[T][r][u][t][h] Is The Hardest To Tell

[Trueno]

.Outer Workings.

Lithe frame was carried with steps of suspension as swarthy two beat engaged the slender pillars of the femme. Nape was arched bringing her ashen mug deep to her chest as she moved with ease. Sinnehs ripple along shimmering ebonite and indigo tinted hide. Harks prick to the noises conversed within the sound waves. Small smile etched on the beauties face.

.Inner Workings.

So this is new I cant say I have ever been here before. Look at them watch me have they never seen a blue roan before. Oh well perhaps they are that isolated they havent poor creatures. Haha. Where I had come from was nothing like this nothing even close. It was a plain and snow was something rare there the fact there there was already snow here that I had barely ever seen showed you just how far I did tend to wander from home. That was until him. It was not home anymore and I was anything but welcome there. I had been kidnapped at a young age and held ransom by a dark herd and my family never really cared enough to save me and I had grown up with them. One mare had taken pity on me and cared for me as her own. None the less I grew up stronger then many lights could even hope for and I had that to help. That was then though and this is now.

.Outer Workings.

Pace was paused scanning the land for the source of water once it caught in her line of vision the timeless dance continued. Knees snapping high over the underbrush in which she navigated with ease. Reaching the liquids edge thirst was then silenced. It was getting colder and she could feel it in her bones winter and full fledged winter at that was just around the corner.

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Dakian sniffed one of the many trees from the forest. It was bland and uninteresting. The only thing that was regularly loved about the forest was its beauty, a trait unfavored by Dakian. She looked up at the barren branches. They were not so pretty in the early winter. Autumn's leaves still lay in colors on the ground. Dakian lost interest in the forest's looks. Her visionaries scanned the horizon. A mare was at the river bank drinking her fill. Dakian approached the femme. Today was going to be a game. Hello, I'm Dakian. She kept her distance, so as not to erupt anything.