Breath leaves her lips in small plumes, much like smoke from the nostrils of a sleeping dragon. Small cupped ears perk forward amid the tangle of alabaster locks that tumble in ghostly wisps along the dappled curve of her neck. Black hooves pierce through the thin layers of snow that frosted the landscape as the petite mare makes her way down the twisting and winding trail marked by thousands of hoofprints before her. Occasionally pale tail flicks back and forth against her rump, shooing away any of the pesky bloodsuckers that might dare to mar her skin. Ears flit back and forth as she listens for the approaching hoofbeats of another, or the telltale sounds of tumbling rocks that might alert her to the presence of another. The scents of females were strong here, like a pack of hunting wolves or tribe of mountain cats, brought together by one sight goal in life. Not to be herded around like mindless slaves at the beck and call of a male.

She peers up at the high mountain peaks now from beneath the unruly forelock. Excitement glitters in her pale gaze, excitement echoed by the bristling of her skin and the way her hooves continue to shift back and forth beneath her as she comes to a halt on the edge of a cliff face. The others... they are here but silent as ghosts, and so she would let herself be seen, let those that called these dangerous mountains home see what it was she had to offer and perhaps even find a place herself among the ranks of valkyrie warriors.

4yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | of nowhere