Feralshy

The sun-dappled forest is alive with the chatter of birds and rustle of small creatures in the underbrush. A wild mare picks her way delicately through the foliage, pausing occasionally to nibble on a particularly lush patch of greenery or investigate an interesting scent. Her coat is the pale yellow of fresh butter, dappled with leaves and bits of twig. Although she moves with the sinuous grace of a creature born to the forest, she is in fact a pegasus. Her feathered wings flutter gently at her sides as she walks, betraying a hint of nervousness. Suddenly, the wild mare's ears swivel forward and she freezes, listening intently. The sound of unfamiliar bipedal footsteps reaches her, along with the low murmur of a male voice. She creeps forward with infinite care, peering through a screen of branches at the strange creature invading her domain. It is an unfamiliar being, like a hairless ape walking on its hind legs. It's body is clad in garments the likes of which the wild mare has never seen. It looks soft and entirely out of place among the ancient trees. Burning with curiosity, the wild mare ghosts closer for a better look. Despite her caution, she fails to notice a dry branch directly in her path until it cracks like a thunderbolt beneath her hoof. The creature starts at the sound, head whipping around to stare straight at her hiding place. The mare's heart races, but she can't seem to tear herself away from his piercing gaze. Slowly, she takes a tentative step out from the shadows, then another. Her body is tense, ready to bolt at the slightest hint of threat. This close, the creature's scent reaches her - a complex mélange of musk, soap, and something else unidentifiable yet not unpleasant. It's like nothing she's ever smelled before.