The wind shifted, winter well on its horrendous journey through the land. A red speck in the land stared at the ground, her hooves flicking through some of the flora that poked through the faint blanket of snowy powder. The winds had chilled the ice particles enough to make them more of a fluffy substance instead of a wet mop of snow puddle. Shaking out their red mane, a thoroughbred shivered faintly in the cold wind. The thin skin and coat the breed naturally had did not help the mare keep the warmth on her well enough, as seen with the fact she was a little light for this time of year. During spring and summer she could put the weight on no problem and keep it through fall and the start of winter. When the cold season was well underway though, Asphara was doomed to drop weight and shiver. She was trying to eat of course, but her hiding in the tree’s as long as she had did not help her what so ever.
Lifting trembling hooves, Asphara pinned her ears to her head as the winds whipped around her and slapped at her already frosty fur. She did have a winter coat, but she was not meant for the cold of winter without a herd. Shivering, the mare continued to walk forward with her head low, sniffing through the snow to try and find a meal. There were a few paths she had worked through the white power, but they were slick under her hooves when it warmed up slightly in the sun and froze once again in the night. She had to tread carefully, hence why her body was shivering in the ankle deep snow away from a well worn path rooting through the snow to find the slim stalks of winter petrified grass.
Flicking her tail, the mare looked at herself before shaking out her mane, her hair twisted in fairy knots as some would call them. Her mother had always told her a story that when a fairy rode a wild horse, there would be wind knots in their mane from where they held on. Huffing though, Asphara pushed the memories away as she lowered her head once more and began to root through the snow enough to find more of the dead grass. She had to be careful for at times it could be moldy, but she did her best to pick through to the best of what she had at her disposal. Feeling her body shiver more though, Asphara was put on the line of a decision that she was far too hungry to make.
Pushing through for a little while longer, Asphara ate what she could find before she took her trembling body back under that of a tree patch. Her body continued to tremble, but she slowly laid down where she could avoid some of the wind, but her red body was still easily seen. Her white face and blue eyes would be the only parts hidden by the snow as she curled up and tried to keep herself warm, her body most likely not going to lay down forever considering she was alone.
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