Common

Satur moves smooth across the grass like a snake, her black fur unblemished, smooth and shiny like obsidian scales. Her eyes are pale blue, so pale that in the right light they almost look fog white. She’s rather tall but not especially so, long legged with a lithe frame and a strong craned neck. Her heritage lends her strong bones, delicate and careful movement, and a sleek muscle structure beneath her perfect coal-black coat. Her head betrays her Arabian grandfather’s lines and the Teke evident in her cheekbones, and the Kladruber giving her good strong shoulders and hips. Each of the three breeds have entwined perfectly to create something exquisite.

This new place is like any other, so far. There is some sort of political structure, but it’s not known to her. The leaders, the wars, enemies and allies ̶ it is all foreign to her. She’s been told this is where you come to be found…to become a part of this place. SHe closes her eyes and steps forward, the warm sun touching her face. She stands on a hill, the dead grasses sweeping at her knees. It’s a bright fall day, winter is very close, as the frosts grip harder and harder each night now.

She takes a deep breath, taking one last look around her before she lowers her head to graze. Her sense staying sharp for anyone who might approach from any angle. It’s late evening, and nightfall is coming soon, Saturnalia’s favorite time; nighttime.