Wild Berry Meadow you swallow me, i'm a pill on your tongue

mutely the depraved man watched this bizarre dance; he was composed, but only just so - this strange creature enticed him in a way he had not expected.

snow flung from the flat of her hocks as she bounded away from him, now out of range of any attack he might have schemed. dutifully he followed her, picking up a predatory lope as he carried behind her. her sharp features were accentuated by dawn's lilac light, and for a moment he drank in the beauty of it.

in a few strides he had swallowed the distance between them as they darted between the trees. once he was close enough, he sprung lion-like upon her, attempting to bowl her over and send her sprawling into the ground. if she lost balance, he would fall upon her immediately -- if she regained her footing, he would innocently lope behind her as if this was all play.