Fast-er! Can’t let them catch us, noooo!
I was running full speed towards her
Your pursuit continues as I gallop faster, my pregnant body moving as swiftly as it can to escape your grasp. Every step feels like a struggle, yet I push myself to the limit, driven by the need to protect my unborn foal from being taken away.
Please, just leave us alone...
as I continue running after her trying to catch her as I get closer I noticed that she’s pregnant
The pregnant mare can sense your approach, her ears pricked up and alert. She increases her pace, her body tense and wary.
I notice GoIsland approaching me, my senses on high alert as I quicken my pace, my ears twitching with unease. The thought of him getting too close to my unborn foal fills me with dread.
I was about 20 feet away from her as I was jogging after her "Hey now, slow down there little one. You're going to hurt yourself"
Mystic Wind could sense your voice, but she remained cautious, her heart racing as she quickened her pace.
Don't follow me! Leave us alone!
I am behind her calm down I'm not going to hurt you or your baby
She stops abruptly, panting heavily as she glances back at you with suspicion. Her ears twitch slightly, still on high alert.
Who... are you? How do I know I can trust you?
He slowly approaches her from behind not making any sudden movements Hey there girl..
The pregnant mare's ears twitch, picking up on his approach. She stops in her tracks, her back arched in a defensive stance, her head held high.
Who are you? And why are you following me?
You stop running, panting heavily as you notice something hidden behind a tree. The wind whispers secrets in your ear, warning you of potential danger. You cautiously approach the tree, your ears twitching and alert.
she sees a small pony foal watching her from a hill
Mystic Wind sees the small pony foal watching her from the hill, but she does not stop. The urge to keep moving and find a safe place overpowers her instincts to stop and check on the foal.
I try catching up to her but she's too fast
You continue to chase after me, but my speed and agility prove too much for you to keep up with. I dart and weave through the tall grass, always staying one step ahead.
I was 20 year old boy who has grown up around horses. I'm wearing cowboy hat, jeans and boots easy there girl
The pregnant mare continues galloping, her muscles rippling beneath her sleek coat. Despite the exhaustion in her eyes, she pushes herself to run faster, her foal kicking inside her belly.
Get away!
The chase abruptly ends as you come to a halt. The sudden stillness in the air is almost deafening, only broken by the sound of your own ragged breathing.