PERSEPHONE

Persephone was swift to answer the unfamiliar call. The spring air was cool and refreshing against her skin as she wound her way through the trees. She was glad of her winter coat shedding out now, with the promise of warmer weather hanging on the fresh green and growth of the foliage that cloaked the Forest. Dead twigs snapped underfoot as she neared the source of the sound, the casualties of the colder months announcing her arrival before her appearance.

As she emerged from the shadows, she found her visitor not too far from the borders of her territory. Her dark eyes scanned him as she approached, calm but wary with curiosity. He was quite a large, heavily built stallion, his coat eye-catching with its bold patterning. There was something a little familiar about his face, but Persephone couldn’t quite place it.

“Hello,” she began, coming to a halt in front of the stranger, a few feet away. Her expression was polite but impassive, as she tried to judge his intentions.

“Welcome to the Forest. I am Persephone, the lead here. Can I help you?” She tilted her head and waited.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh