“Wake up!” I opened my eyes ready for the morning only to be greeted by the night’s darkness and my mother standing over me. She nudged me harshly and I stood up. “What’s going on? I’m tired…I want to go back to sleep!”
“Quagga hunters! They are still pursuing the herd. Also, the elephants told Clest there is another group of hunters to the north.” She turned to look at the mare Clest, the leader of our herd, who was talking to an unfamiliar quagga who is not from our herd.
We had received warnings of hunters all through the evening and night. According to Clest, however, this was the most serious one yet. “We’re going to have to escape at a full gallop now if we even want a CHANCE at escaping,” she announced loud enough for the entire herd to hear. Everyone stood as still as a stone until Clest was finished speaking. “Run!”
On her instruction, the entire herd took off flying at the fastest pace possible. “Run like you’re never ran before!” my mother frantically told me. Although this situation was the gravest the herd had even encountered, days like this are a typical part of being a quagga living in the African savannah.
I am starting to post my quagga journals :) They are released as posts and there is a guide in the sidebar containing links to all of them. Please check them out, I worked very hard on them! The journals follow the story of three quaggas and a zebra trying to survive on the harsh African savannah.
Along with my quagga journals I also hope to post some more artwork, specifically my horse artwork drawn on Paint. Don’t worry -there will be much more writing coming later. I am very busy at the moment and will get to it soon!