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The blush of dawn crept onto the cheeks of the sky, even before the sun had started to peek over the horizon. It almost gave you the illusion of rose-tinted glasses; pink chasing up from the rim, blending away the bruised purple, fading away the last stars. She came with the day, but she had moved with the night. In an odd way, it was like seeing a friend leaving, bitter; even if you did know that they'd be back soon. The thick curls of her black mane hung low across her neck, still damp from the misting rain that had replenished the summer hungry grasses during the night. Her unusually long tail clings to passing branches and dead debris that snagg her along the way. She moved between the trees, in a sort of pattern, head held level with her withers. The newborn light struggled to reach into the grove by the water's edge, coming through in a patchwork, dappling her silver white coat with shadows and hints of its warmth.

She hadn't really come here expecting much, in fact she was surprised to see that everything still stood in much the same manner as it had when she left those seasons ago. The islands still wasn't her home....yet.

The air smelled stale in a way, like decomposing leaves and dirt, and she missed already the feel of comfort met from a creature who knew her surrounding with a certainty. What could anyone really say though? She had stayed true to her homelands until the two legged creatures had appeared and split up what remained of her family, scattering them to the far winds of the earth. An unfamiliar stallion had dared to take up residency there now but despite herself she just could not bring herself to join his harem in a land that had so long belonged to her own. She just couldn't bring herself to seek out another happy ending there. Not there. She was curious, naturally so. There was always more... and if her intentions of sticking around were to become fact, she couldn't very well just sit around and wait for things to come to her. Besides, where was the fun in that? She wasn't what you would call a truly social creature; charming, polite, maybe, even a little cold at times. Social is what it is. She deals with it as much as she must, does as her leader commands, but it must be admitted that, she never has known what it is to actually enjoy company. Thus she turned her back on all that she has ever known and now finds herself here in these unfamiliar lands.

She pauses as the trees start to thin, head picked up, curved black tipped ears tipped forward. It would be a lie to say she didn't feel a bit of excitement; it was mostly adrenaline, the idea of what there could be. There's more to this place than what she left behind, there has to be...



LARKA