Skylar was standing on the edge of the world; the cliff face falling away at the tip of her hooves. Her yellow gaze slowly crept across the scenery below watching as the world unfolded in a mass of chaos. The testosterone driven creatures of the world had most certainly taken control during this season and the Peak mare wanted nothing to do with them. So hiding away in her home Skylar just sat back and watched. In the aftermath of it all she would sneak in and try to help the ones she could save but the painted woman was not a warrior. She would not go blazing in and try to save the day with a flash of teeth and a strike of hooves. Skylar was the stalker of the night and in the cover of darkness she would slink in and take what she desired. It was patience that was the key and for now that was what she practiced but her heart ached with the desire to throw herself into the mass and stop what all she could see.




Suddenly a familiar scent drifted up on the mountain breeze and with a curious look she turned and trotted down towards the worn trail that lead up to the Peak. Before she could reach the visitor though another scent washed over Skylar and she stopped dead in her tracks. So far she had done a good job of avoiding Reginleif ever since taking the mare from the Lagoon. Being blamed for one thing when she had been trying to accomplish another was not in Skylar’s todo list. But with Lyden’s scent hanging heavy in the air she knew she couldn’t avoid the grey mare forever. So with a snort she sets off again with her head high and approaches the new mare and Reginleif.




“Reginleif” she greeted her sister before her eyes fell upon the pale mare that had made it to their home. “Your one of Lyden’s mares.” She stated from the stallion’s heavy musk that lay upon her skin. “My name is Skylar. Is there something I can help you with?” Hopefully nothing was wrong in the Forest and as she waited for a reply her stomach churned with anxiety from the suspense.