The peace of the afternoon wore on, nothing but the tranquil sounds of the world around her for company and pleasant scenery. She wondered of the dangers that lurked here amidst the briars and groves, what there might be that would be cause for her to be ever on the alert. Predators. She could only catch the faintest traces of wolves upon the winds, but they were distant enough that they did not cause the snow splashed crimson mare even the smallest amount fear it anxiety. The ivory feathers decorating her strong wings ruffled for a few moments before settling back into their places; she knew very well that if the ravenous creatures did happen upon her, it would take little to no effort at all for her to elude them, just a few quick strides and a couple strong beats of her powerful feathered wings and she would be airborne, gar above their frustrated snarls and snapping fangs. Just one thing she could be grateful for in life. In truth, it would never be the wolves she feared or the grizzled and coyotes. Only one creature haunted the winged mare of crimson and ivory, and she silently hoped that this peace she had obtained would last for a least a little while and keep those twisted hazel eyes of his from finding her. If only the peace would last...

Distance thundering of hooves against the soft earth below entered into the air, sounding through the Dale and causing the mare of ivory and crimson to lift her pretty head, the sound throwing her into a memory... She had been standing in the shade of a tree near the outskirts of a quiet meadow when the thundering of hooves had sounded throw the air, the songbirds falling silent. She had thought it odd, and before she could have turned to fave the direction of the sound he had been upon her, a flurry of white feathered wings and flashing pearly whites reaching for her jugular. She reared back unto her haunches in alarm and thrashed out with her own obsidian in an attempt to make him step back but he only theist forward in the firm of a half rear, pearly whites flashing towards her face once more, using his large white wings to block her from bursting forward into a frantic gallop. Fear had swept over her and she had almost stumbled and fallen to the earth in her frantic movements as she backed up on hind limbs with forelimbs still slashing at the air before her, blood flying as her obsidians cut into his powerful chest and shoulders but to no avail of deterring him, cold hazel eyes alight with ravenous hatred.... Suddenly her memory fell away from her and she realized that she was in the dale, a distant figure now within sight. Quickly her hazel eyes pushed away the glazed fear that the memory had surged through her frame. No was not a time to show fear that wasn't even relevant to the here and now, though she knew in her heart that the memories would return.

His brazen vocals split through the tranquil air as he comes ever closer, his words reaffirming that which she could see in his strides; confidence and authority, no doubt being the ruler of this place safely hidden from the rest of the world. Yet in their strong tones, there was warning as they spoke of a price to be paid for the sustenance that she had taken the liberty of enjoying as she slated her hunger. He is before her now, but she does not cower in his wake. Audits were pressed gently back, not quite pinned in aggression but the fire in her hazel eyes show her own strength that rested beneath the surface, white feathered wings moving to cling gently to her sides instead of hanging loosely at her sides as they had been previously. She studies the stallion before her for a moment, noting the muscle beneath his tan hide and frosted points. He was fit and he was young, but so was Maribelle. If she wasn't fit and quick-witted, surely the white winged beast that hunted her endlessly would have murdered her by now. She bites back the need for a fiery reply, keeping in check the mannerisms that her mother had taught her when she was but a small filly. After all, he hadn't made an open threat to her life, which was a nice change of pace.

"Forgive me, but my travels have not been as kind to me as others."

She was not emaciated really, though the fact that her ribs were showing a little more than they should on the average health equine and the dust that caked her limbs and the tangles of her mane bespoke of a journey that was for from peaceful, yet she didn't feel that he needed to know she was a hunted creature. She was not looking for pity, and her vocals held to their strength though the were still soft in their deliverance. She is silent now as she watched him through brave hazel eyes, knowing well enough that the odds of this stallion letting her be were far none and she hadn't the slightest idea how he might react in her invasion of his home, but she also knew there were far worse creatures out there that would have simply assaulted her without the courtesy of words, so she held her ground and waited with now perked audits, her eyes locked to his own.

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]