Where the fires send you…
Mare - 2 - Chestnut - Thoroughbred - Frozen Mist”The flames of the past will engulf one's future."
Wind, it blew behind a tall chestnut thoroughbred. Eyes of a blue blinked as a long tail flicked out behind the animal. Old burns marked the creatures hind end as legs flexed out of water. The sound of dripping liquid commenced after the horse shook itself. Birds chirped all around and the sun was rising over the horizon with the warm pink rays casting down all around. Sniffing through wet notaries though, the wary mare stepped farther onto the solid ground with her eyes slightly pinched.
Once out of the sand and on the soil, the young mare looked about herself. Nothing here was what she had expected, but she also did not know where she was. Not born here or even knowledgeable about it, Asphara was lost. She had meant to go a long ways from her burnt home, but she didn't expect to end up traveling through water for lord knew what. Shaking her long neck, she slowly lowered her pink lips to the grass and began to munch on the lush strands. The cool autumn air foretold winter, but at the moment she was not worried considering she was starving.
With a mouth full of grass, the mare lifted her head as the warm rays touched her back. Feeling the nerves on her body shiver, she knew there were faint bugs touching her sensitive rump. Sighing, Asphara went back to grazing with her eyes faintly closing. So far she was alone, but that could change at any time. Settling in the tranquility of the morning though, she grazed silently.