There was a life that had gone missing. Something had happened and none were the wiser. The scars were there upon the creature's head, but they were evidence of something that no one knew about entirely. Fresh wounds seeped blood upon a light colored horses head, eyes of a soft blue were confused and muscles quaked above lean legs. Something was wrong and the horse in question could not even say what had happened. No, this creature was confused and barely registered their own name to be Syrah. It was as if something bad had taken away their knowledge.

Stumbling over stones until their body could not take it anymore, the horse managed to fall down onto their side. Ears were pinned to their head and panting breaths escaped their large frame. Nothing made sense. Not the blood upon her temples or the pain in her back leg, none of it. The creature, named Syrah, was lost. She had this feeling in her gut that she was where her home was supposed to be, but she could not remember any of it. Her eyes were blown wide in panic as blood licked its way down a hind leg, adding to her confusion. She did not remember a single thing and she woke up bleeding and in a pit of mud and rock, her head aching when she pulled it from a rock's surface and looked about her.

Syrah had been in an accident, that much she knew. Her body quivered on the ground as she tried to pull herself together, but she couldn't get enough oomph into her legs to stand up again. Her head swiveled around for a few moments before the world began to grow dizzy and her head began to throb. Laying there in the shade, Syrah let out a pained breath before she opened her mouth a bit wider and let out a cry into the forest. She hoped someone would come and tell her what was going on and if they knew what had happened to her. Much less to her knowledge though, did Syrah realize she had been gone for most of a year if not longer from her home.