There's a certain steadiness to the travel of a herd once they're moving. Bodies pressed in tight together, shifting like something fluid and relentless over the terrain, a dull roar of motion and heat. They become less individual, more pieces of the whole group, thriving in the opportunity to become lost among the sea of limbs.
It does not eradicate every sense of self though. There are always some that buckle more easily to the pressure and flush abruptly, driven by internal points that prove more uncomfortable than the riders on the outside. There's the rebellious ones that dive through narrow gaps, claiming them as soon as terrain or stray focus allows the opening. There are those that will challenge and lower their horns or throw out their feet, willing to argue rather than simply melt with the rest.
One such unicorn squirts out the side, racing through the fringe as they arc around. In a way, it's exactly what Colt's been waiting for. Expected, yes, but also wanted. "C'mon," she urges sharply to Cherry, her heel driving into the mare's side with ample encouragement. The dark hide ripples beneath her as the horse gathers itself and then slips into a new gear, racing after the break away unicorn with a competitive charge. A grin splinters through the serious line Colt had kept on her face as they fly, and together they catch up and cut off the escapee. Cherry's head snakes out, snapping at the flanks of the offender, and Colt drops a deep, sharp series of sounds meant to discourage any continuation of its current path, unrelenting until it turns back towards the herd.
Colt heads it off and drives it back to the herd
It does not eradicate every sense of self though. There are always some that buckle more easily to the pressure and flush abruptly, driven by internal points that prove more uncomfortable than the riders on the outside. There's the rebellious ones that dive through narrow gaps, claiming them as soon as terrain or stray focus allows the opening. There are those that will challenge and lower their horns or throw out their feet, willing to argue rather than simply melt with the rest.
One such unicorn squirts out the side, racing through the fringe as they arc around. In a way, it's exactly what Colt's been waiting for. Expected, yes, but also wanted. "C'mon," she urges sharply to Cherry, her heel driving into the mare's side with ample encouragement. The dark hide ripples beneath her as the horse gathers itself and then slips into a new gear, racing after the break away unicorn with a competitive charge. A grin splinters through the serious line Colt had kept on her face as they fly, and together they catch up and cut off the escapee. Cherry's head snakes out, snapping at the flanks of the offender, and Colt drops a deep, sharp series of sounds meant to discourage any continuation of its current path, unrelenting until it turns back towards the herd.
Colt heads it off and drives it back to the herd
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
