The Forest of Glory (M)

Glory was off on her own again, no herd ever had her for over a month before she would disappear and move. Of course, no one challenged her. She had her size and she had her strength on her side, most of the time she was feared. She had wandered in the woods, her shortened, choppy mane falling all over the place and her brilliant white feathers were dragging against the ground as she walked. Every time her hoof beats hit the ground, they made a thud. She had disappeared from her current herd because she was in heat and Glory knew all too well. The stallion was following her around and Glory didn't like it at all. She needed time a lone. She kept her shorter tail flat and she was tense and was jumping at everything little sound, even if a simple bird. She tried to keep low profile but when you were a Clydesdale, that was hard, massive hoof prints and one of the biggest horses around, you were basically screwed and Glory knew she was screwed and she had nothing to do but to keep trying to hide.

(Boredom strikes again, that means new characters.)

Glory lifted her head into the air and her ears pricked forward, she could hear the trot of a horse, and a big one at that. Her nostrils flared as she could smell the scent that she always remember, stallion. Her ears went flat and she backed up, her massive hoofs making great thuds as she slowly backed away, hopefully into the shadows. She neighed, trying to let the stallion know, that she was not at all pleased by his presence.

"What do you want?" Glory asked and her ears flipped forward for a split second, rather curious, but that was in her nature. Sometimes she was a bit too curious which had gotten her into trouble several times. She looked at the stallion, she was around her size, which from what she had seen, no other horse was really as big as her. She stomped her hoof to get a fly and took a few, cautious steps closer. All she basically wanted to know was why he was here, nothing else and after that, she would be gone.

Glory flicked one of her ears forward in disbelief and said, " No one ever does that, like ever. Their most of the time scared I'll trample them or something." She looked at the stallion for a moment and then said, "I never asked, what's your name? I'm Glory." She wasn't exactly sure what to think of this stallion but she tried to be polite.