Rain pelted the terrified young mare as she ran, her pale blue hooves churning the mud, slowing her gait. Her soaked wings weighed her down and her brown mane was plastered to her face and shoulders.
Her indigo eyes flicked to the side as she glanced behind her. She couldn't see her pursuers, but they were there... somewhere, she knew it.
Her vision was cut rather short by the haze the rain created, and she only just saw the short wooden fence in time to scramble over it, falling face-first in the mud on the other side.
Dragging herself to her hooves, she picked up her pace again. After that came several uneventful minutes during which she picked up a little more speed in the shelter of some forest, or maybe an orchard, she wasn't sure.
Breaking the cover of the trees, she pressed on through the pounding rain for a minute or so more, before looking back at just the wrong time. As she checked behind her, she slammed into the wall of a red, wooden building, though she was too dazed to tell the colour as she fell back, stumbling before collapsing sideways in the mud.
Before her eyes drifted shut, she caught the blurry sight of a very large stallion running into her field of vision, an expression of concern barely discernible on her blurry view of his face.