Common

The quiet predawn hours lay heavy across the commons; the fog a thick blanket to block out any creeping light. It had been so long since she had been here; the memories that crept through her mind of her last trek across this very territory. Her roan hide had been prettier then, less marked by the battles she had picked with those that wished to claim her like a toy. Perhaps it was the fire that still burned within her, looking for he next challenge, that brought the rugged mare to this very place. A territory shrouded in the stories of danger.


Ha! Danger. Yes, she felt the danger and it brought a smirk to her pink lips.


Dropping her white face lower so she could snag a few bites of grass, she tried to look unsuspecting to any outside prying eyes. In this place she knew there would always be at least one pair watching and waiting. But her blue orbs were vigilant, drifting across the tree line in hopes of seeing some suitor thinking he could place claim to her. Of course a stallion could, but she would enjoy making his life a living hell for it.