Common

She was free. Finally, finally free. No more would she have to waste her days dodging the black stallion's unwanted advances or tolerate his asinine company. She could once more wander the islands free as a bird, and flirt with any sort of man that caught her fancy.

Venom even considered chasing down the handsome black stallion from last season before ultimately deciding against it. After abandoning their child, she doubted he'd want anything to do with her... not that she cared. She was here for a good time, not always a long time.

This time, she was certain, she would find herself somebody to love. Somebody who not only wanted her, but would treat her right. Someone who would rescue her from the clutches of unworthy men, should she find herself trapped away, quite unlike the man she'd found last time. All she needed was someone who understood how to flirt, she told herself, and she could secure herself a home.

If she ended up with another Tattoo, though? Well, she wasn't sure what she would do.

Venom's coat gleamed with good health and careful attention as she strode into the Commons, her form a little more mature than last season but no less devastatingly beautiful... at least in her own mind. A summer spent sunning herself on the Ruins had given the flaxen tips of her mane an almost golden hue, and now that her winter coat had begun to grow in (unfortunate, but unavoidable), the dapples across her topline had only grown darker and more dramatic.

Feigning calm where there was eagerness, she found a mostly untouched little hillock, whereupon she could be viewed and do the viewing with ease, and then lowered her pale pink muzzle to the grass, confident her trap had been both set and baited.