Her sisters were here. Like ghosts upon the mists they had come, a fierce battalion called up by Macabre and Wasp to answer the threat that arose to the forest queen. Khar did not know this queen, but she knew that Wasp would not move into battle lightly... there was always a reason.

As she comes upon the shores she can smell them. The acrid odor of the Lagoon stallions. Like locust they raced back and forth beneath the trees, attacking one unfamiliar face after another. Vaguely she hears Macabre's bugle of war. Sleek arching neck turns to see the dark mare meld into the shadows, racing after some stinking stallions.

Warsaw.

Though she never met him, by sight she knows the gray stallion as though he were a nemesis of old. There is another there, a dark stallion with pale mane and the palomino... it was Cullen the Lagoon boss. She had heard his name. What luck would it be if she could land a hit or two upon him from the shadows, give the warring mares an advantage. The thought makes her smile.

Like a moonwashed shadow she skirts around the worst of the tangles of horseflesh. If she could just get to them unseen then she could help break the palomino stallion the same way he tried to break down the Peak.

5yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | valkyrie of the peak