The land that rolled and rose out before the mare was breathtaking, to say the least. Lush vegetation grew all around, wild and widespread as though there had been none to forage amongst the leaves and blades for some time. The air was filled with scents of berries, flowers, and sweet greens, enticing her sense of smell and tempting the slight emptiness that she only now just noticed seemed to rake across her stomach. Rosy ears swivel about atop her pretty head as hazel hued eyes caressed each and every detail of this seemingly lost and rather well hidden paradise that she had been fortunate enough to have stumbled upon. The soft and distant sound of trickling water welcomed her, accompanied by the many melodies of the songbirds that surely rested within the shelter of the brush and trees that roots themselves to the rich soils beneath the thick, wild carpet of emerald blades that swayed to and fro in a slight yet ever playful breeze. Crimson tresses tickle her elegant nape while matching whipcords dance between her thighs and licked softly and her hocks as she stood beneath an apple tree, welcoming the shade that its leaves and branches graced her skin with. A soft sigh fell from her as she allowed for herself to take in the quiet beauty of the land, white feathered wings resting loosely at her sides. She thought that she was alone here, until the musk of a stallion wafted into her quivering nostrils upon the gentle and teasing currents. Instantly, feminine yet toned and well worked muscle tense beneath her ivory splashed crimson hide, shoulder twitching while her heart raced ever slightly within her breast, her whole frame holding about itself the readiness to bolt for a few breathless moments before the tension melted away after careful studying of the scent that she'd detected.

It wasn't his. She was finally safe. For now...

A closer look at the winged femme that stood there beneath the apple tree, and it would quickly become clear that her tension had been something of a reflex. What was once flawless skin, unscathed and untouched just as her spirit, was littered with scars of all sizes. Some were small and hardly noticeable from a distance, but others were much more pronounced; one in particular being the long and jagged scar that had once been a deep, bloody gash from her withers and across her shoulder. It was clear that she had survived each and every blow, but the damage that was done had cut much deeper than her skin... They told a story, each and every one holding a dark memory of the white winged beast that haunted her nightmares and was the reason she often looked over her shoulder. He always seemed to find her one way or another, no matter how far she flew or how fast she galloped. He was the reason she had left her mother and her birthlands, the reason that she had been without a place of rest or company for so long...

Her mind forcibly pushes the image of cold, smug hazel eyes that would often wake her from her sleep and returns her to the present. He wasn't here, and the chances that she had lost him for at least the time being were good. She refused to let the thought of him to ruin the tranquility of the dale. When he found her, she would face him as she always had. She was a strong and wild creature, and she would die before she allowed for him to cause her world to be filled with nothing but fear and tension. Life was too short to live in fear and she couldn't run forever, she was tired of running from realm to realm. It was time that she found a place where she could live her life as she always wanted to. She lifts her gaze to a low hanging branch, heavy with the ripe crimson fruits. Unable to resist her growing hunger any longer, she stretched her nape and sinks pearly whites into the flesh of the apple, its juices trickling down her throat and replacing her frustrated and tired thoughts with eagerness. A single tug rips the apple from its place amongst the others and she lets it fall at her hooves, lowering her head to it and devouring it in few and quick bites leaving nothing but the taste of it on the grass. Satisfied with her rare treat, she begins tearing at the wild shoots as she begins to graze, ears twitching about as they remained on the alert for the sound of approaching hooves that she expected to hear soon, knowing full well that there was another equine here and being a stallion he was surely bound to detect her scent and find her in good time. For now, the red dun overo mare relished in the sounds of the dale and the sweetness of its spoils.

Maribelle
Mare
5 years
Camarillo White Horse .x. Thoroughbred
Red dun frame overo, hazel eyes [x]
ee/aa/nkit/Dd/Oo
White feathered wings
Fire elemental/Flight
Homeless
No lover
No offspring
Parents: Unknown
Sibling: Maverick[Fraternal Twin Brother]