The Queen moves easily through the wasteland that she has claimed for her home. She reveles in the dangers and uncertainty of survival that is brought when one lives in this unforgiving place. She hones her survival skills each day, perfecting her instincts and growing her strength in this harsh environment.

A warm gale tosses her dark mane, as her single seeing eye looks to the horizon. On this day she will venture to see who lives beyond the rugged and barren land of her home and to the Desert beyond.

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Sweat glistens along her shoulders and her nostrils flare with as the scent drastically changes from the distinct scent of sagebrush to that of the sandy desert. Her eyes widen as she looks out upon the vast gilded sands of the Desert. She does not step any closer just letting the border stop her from venturing further inland.

She opens her maw and lets lose a shrill whinny, it echoes off of the sands and fades. As a Queen she knows it will not be long before the one who calls these lands their home will appear. She is not disappointed when a plume of dust appears just beyond the horizon. A distant dot begins to transform into a living and moving animal. Her roan speckled hide quivers in anticipation as she waits for the King or Queen of these deserts to halt before her. She raises her head proudly, and watches the stranger approach with her good eye. Her ears flick atop her crown, even her half ear is erect beneath her locks of dark mane.