Indira may be of noble birth, for there once was a time where her family ruled the desert isle this stranger now calls home. But she doesn't carry herself with the same elite confidence that this young prince does. Time has a way of eroding the banks of young hope. Confidence gives way to reservations and innocence falls to sin. Indira is not the mare she once was. No longer is her head full of dreams and grand plans. She's lived long enough to know that dreaming is pointless. There is very little in this world that any one individual has any control over. All anyone can do is take life one day at a time and fight one battle at a time.
One battle at a time has earned Indira the collection of trophies littering her hide. The mare might be considered pretty by some. A lean, muscular body stands atop straight, blemish-free legs. Her neck is elegant and gently arched, with the fine head of mixed desert breeding. Her mane and tail hang in wild tangles, still in the absence of flies. One whole ear turns atop her head, noting the steady approach of another. What's left of the other ear turns too. A rough edge, clearly bitten off in some skirmish or another, rotates amidst the fall of her mane. He lets loose a low nicker, a greeting without threat.
Amber eyes drift to the source of the sound and her head lifts, turning to the stranger. Troubled lips part and issue an answering call. The sound is swept away on the winds of a coming storm. The passing gale combs roughly through her mane and tail, adding windswept to the description of her appearance.
"You are mistaken, kind Sir," Indira contradicts, with a shake of her head. "for I am the storm." She can still hear Rader's last shuddering breath and see his soulless eyes staring into oblivion, parted from this word by the hailstorm of her own teeth and hooves, but such memories stir no feelings of guilt within her. Like the hurricane that ravages the coast, there she passes, issuing her own destruction without a care. The only regret she carries now lies within the narrow scope of her destruction. To choke the life from more enemies than just one may have saved her son from the loss of his mate.