Falls

The ebony mare has been wandering as of late due to the eerie quiet within the Peak. She had fought and bled for another - a fact that resurfaced the demons she had banished to the darkest corners of her mind for an impressively long time. Her endeavors were for naught, and though another may find their pride wounded, she was almost relieved for a reason to remain upon the fringe of her so-called home. The warrior woman is dreadfully tired of applying the wellbeing of both her body and mind toward a futile cause not manifested past whispers and tense meetings. No one else has spent their strength in action - though perhaps her comrades find her foolish in her brief undertaking. She is not bothered that they may think her challenge folly. The inky mare is more concerned with the shrugging off of her own convictions in yet another fruitless attempt at righting wrongs no one will battle.

She finds herself within the land known as the Falls before she realizes she has crossed the border. She pauses, her keen cat-like eyes scanning fervently, before she acknowledges the thirst clawing at the back of her parched throat. The heat of summer always proves unrelenting upon her pitch black coat - yet the tingling of her silvery scars when the sun lingers too long upon them is often on the verge of unbearable. Her skin twitches in attempt to keep the abhorrent tickle at bay but she shortly finds herself moving off in lengthy strides in the direction of the cool pool at the base of the land's namesake. She can break from her never ending nomadic wandering for a moment of self reprieve.

Fate is a fickle beast intent on only amusing itself. She slides to a silent halt as her gaze latches upon an all too familiar form. Rafe, she thinks, at almost the exact moment he introduces himself to the unsuspecting girl enjoying the inviting waters. She moves forward noiselessly, allowing herself a gulping drink, though she does not make herself vulnerable by moving into the pool as she so craves. She waits for him to finish his speech before chuckling softly and raising her head, the gold jewelry within her ear tinkling softly as she gives a shake of disdain. "You should watch yourself with this one. He creates false loyalties through the taking of freedom as well as flesh." Her words are spoken with ease of someone rendering factually evidence, even though she knows the white-splotched girl has no reason to believe her. She stays close to the brindled stallion, her presence unmoving even as she remains silent after the completion of her revelation. Will he claim another with his smooth words and effortless charm? She does understand what the willing members of his herd see - he is capable and possibly even kind to those that do not oppose his ruling. Yet she cannot shake the remembrance of the seal brown mare, the one she is fairly certain remains firmly captured with the borders of the Badlands.