Post by Zebras on Aug 29, 2008 13:01:27 GMT -5
___As the sun set on the last hours of his herd's first day of freedom, Hubris could not help but feel that it was not just light slipping away, but everything they knew. In the early hours of dusk, he and his herd had been unloaded from the hot, crowded, frightening trailers that had brought them here, the last stretch of their travels strenuous from the turbulence of traveling on lands with no roads. They were not released into the corral of a new owner, nor within the paranoid confines of a zoo exhibit; the ground they'd stepped blinking and tentative onto mere hours ago knew no boundaries. The grasses stretched in a rolling expanse all around them, dotted with colorful wildflowers, noisy with buzzing insects and chirping songbirds. The distant tree line was the only approximation of a wall between them and further freedom.
___Perhaps Hubris should have been pleased by his situation, but he was not. Being alone and exposed after a life of captivity elicited a long-forgotten primal terror of the unknown. As twilight descended, so did a sense of unease among the herd. Their minds haunted them with thoughts of nocturnal tooth and fang they'd never battled from a dark continent they'd never stepped hoof on. The distant cries of coyotes in the hills and the erratic movements of swooping bats caused the mares to bunch and startle, cry terror into the fading light.
___Hubris lead the herd in name alone, uncertain of what to do in this situation, having never been put in a position where he actually had to be responsible and defend his herd. He did not react well to his nervous herdmates, kicking and biting at them angrily to quiet their unrest rather than soothing their fears. Much of his misappropriated emotion landed on Valet, the gelded hybrid frequently driven to the margins of the herd where he cried fearfully for readmittance to the safety of the herd. Where Hubris should have patrolled for predators, he only hid among the mares, offering no promise of protection from what lurked in the darkness.
___Caligin put on a tough show; the dominant mare refused to be seen as a coward no matter how her nostrils flared and the whites of her eyes showed against her peculiarly stygian pelt. She scolded the others for their nervous milling, boldly proclaimed empty threats to cave the skull of any predator that meddled in their business, and reprimanded her nervous son Epicene for being fearful instead of acting "like a real stallion." Her grandstanding was swallowed by the darkness as now stars dotted a black canvas and shadows engulfed the herd.
___Renaissance took the situation in stride despite her nervousness. A logical beast, she knew that there were endless possibilities for disaster in this new landscape: she could smell predatory beasts and other unknowns, as well as other equines that might run them off into more dangerous terrains. Still, she did her best to avoid her own instinctive terror and try to assess the situation, listening though her even her ears quivered fearfully, sniffing the air between nervous bays. They were close to running water, and this created two inexplicable and conflicting feelings in the zebra. She knew it could relieve their thirst from the long journey, yet something in her deepest instincts cautioned her of the hidden dangers lurking below the surface - a feeling she'd never had when lapping from the small, stagnant troughs in the corral. What was the meaning of this? If morning found her bolder, she would investigate.
___Neither Matron nor Blithe could make sense of the situation, but for different reasons. The elder mare did not understand why they had been abandoned; she had served a long and painful life as breeding stock, pumping out foals only to have them stolen away from her in most instances. If the humans were finished with her, why would they leave her to the cruel fate of the wild instead of simply selling her as they had many other aged mares to petting zoos and menageries? And why the entire herd? Blithe, conversely, did not understand why she sensed only fear among her herdmates. Though she too was frightened by the situation, part of her heart leapt at the thrilling prospect of exploring the new land once the tribulations of this first knight had passed. She wanted to see where the strange sounds and smells that haunted them were coming from, for surely they'd be less ominous in daylight. Among them she alone seemed to feel liberated rather than abandoned.
___Perhaps Hubris should have been pleased by his situation, but he was not. Being alone and exposed after a life of captivity elicited a long-forgotten primal terror of the unknown. As twilight descended, so did a sense of unease among the herd. Their minds haunted them with thoughts of nocturnal tooth and fang they'd never battled from a dark continent they'd never stepped hoof on. The distant cries of coyotes in the hills and the erratic movements of swooping bats caused the mares to bunch and startle, cry terror into the fading light.
___Hubris lead the herd in name alone, uncertain of what to do in this situation, having never been put in a position where he actually had to be responsible and defend his herd. He did not react well to his nervous herdmates, kicking and biting at them angrily to quiet their unrest rather than soothing their fears. Much of his misappropriated emotion landed on Valet, the gelded hybrid frequently driven to the margins of the herd where he cried fearfully for readmittance to the safety of the herd. Where Hubris should have patrolled for predators, he only hid among the mares, offering no promise of protection from what lurked in the darkness.
___Caligin put on a tough show; the dominant mare refused to be seen as a coward no matter how her nostrils flared and the whites of her eyes showed against her peculiarly stygian pelt. She scolded the others for their nervous milling, boldly proclaimed empty threats to cave the skull of any predator that meddled in their business, and reprimanded her nervous son Epicene for being fearful instead of acting "like a real stallion." Her grandstanding was swallowed by the darkness as now stars dotted a black canvas and shadows engulfed the herd.
___Renaissance took the situation in stride despite her nervousness. A logical beast, she knew that there were endless possibilities for disaster in this new landscape: she could smell predatory beasts and other unknowns, as well as other equines that might run them off into more dangerous terrains. Still, she did her best to avoid her own instinctive terror and try to assess the situation, listening though her even her ears quivered fearfully, sniffing the air between nervous bays. They were close to running water, and this created two inexplicable and conflicting feelings in the zebra. She knew it could relieve their thirst from the long journey, yet something in her deepest instincts cautioned her of the hidden dangers lurking below the surface - a feeling she'd never had when lapping from the small, stagnant troughs in the corral. What was the meaning of this? If morning found her bolder, she would investigate.
___Neither Matron nor Blithe could make sense of the situation, but for different reasons. The elder mare did not understand why they had been abandoned; she had served a long and painful life as breeding stock, pumping out foals only to have them stolen away from her in most instances. If the humans were finished with her, why would they leave her to the cruel fate of the wild instead of simply selling her as they had many other aged mares to petting zoos and menageries? And why the entire herd? Blithe, conversely, did not understand why she sensed only fear among her herdmates. Though she too was frightened by the situation, part of her heart leapt at the thrilling prospect of exploring the new land once the tribulations of this first knight had passed. She wanted to see where the strange sounds and smells that haunted them were coming from, for surely they'd be less ominous in daylight. Among them she alone seemed to feel liberated rather than abandoned.