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The day was quiet, the air still and all Yindy could think about was the cold hands of solitude wrapped around her, suffocating her till she could hardly breathe. Each draw of air was a struggle, the will to live a barely flickering light to the blaze it once was. Slowly it had grown, nearly reaching that strength once more but as of recently it had all but gone out. The mare had been left once more to face the struggles of life alone, to wallow in self-pity and the darkness of despair until all but her sanity was left.


Lying beneath a scraggly old tree that seemed half dead is where Yindy had chosen to sleep the night before. During the waking hours when she would usually rise and carry out the day’s journey to get a drink, graze and then return to the tree as night was falling did not have its appeal today. Instead she had refused to get up, her legs no longer having the strength to stand or maybe it was her will that had faded away. Regardless, the palomino had not moved despite how far the sun had traveled in the sky and how dry her mouth had become.


Slowly her brown eyes opened, gazing out across her surroundings that were all too familiar to her. Not a soul in sight, nor had there been in some time. At first she had been hopeful, the recent scent of others fresh upon the air when Calum had first brought her and Talutah here. But that beacon had long since gone and with it were her brother and daughter. They had abandoned her just like every other being upon this earth, taking the light from her eyes and the joy she had begun to feel in her heart to leave the broken and battered mare they had once found. Not even her dreams comforted her.


Suddenly a red spot upon the ridge caught her attention and slowly Yindy’s ears tilted forward, her eyes studying the form. It was too far away to tell much about it other than they were made of a red color. Talutah had been born red, earning her name which meant Blood. Was it her rape child that had come back to comfort her? No, surely not. With a sigh, Yindy closed her eyes knowing that the being upon the ridge could be nothing but an illusion.


ooc: I'm sorry, she is a bit scattered right now