10-07-2015, 09:44 PM
Darkness blanketed this area. It was night, the moon only visible when the clouds let it shine through. The clouds were full of liquid, and it was ready to spill out any second. A few stars were shining through the holes in the dark clouds. Zylan was semi camouflaged in the darkness and she preferred it that way. The dark points on her blue roan coat blended in perfectly. She didn't like to draw attention to herself.
Her dark legs carried her through this strange land. She had never been here before and it was so unfamiliar. It didn't help that the clouds barely let the light of the moon shine through to guide her. All of her senses were tingling, waiting for something to jump out of the nearby grasses. She was use to this feeling. Zylan had been in a number of fights, so she made her body ready at any second.
Her mind took her back to her home lands. The herd was in constant war with the other herds around them. They were the trouble makers and everyone knew it. Her herd had no problem stealing other equines and then fighting the other herds. They loved to fight and would do it for fun all of the time. The herd was strong at first and getting stronger with every horse they took. This went on for a few months, but as time went on the herd started to become divided. The fight for power was very prevalent and eventually the horses started to fight amongst the herd. They were hurting each other, and it didn't seem to matter to anyone. With each hurt member of the herd, it was one less horse to fight off the other herds hot on their heels. The other herds started to band together to form a super herd. Everyone had enough of these trouble makers. Sure enough they were ran out of the lands by the other herds. With everyone scattered, Zylan was alone. She wasn't scared though. When someone grew up in that environment, they had to be tough. Even as foals fighting was encouraged to practice techniques that were needed to survive. They were trained to be fighters.
Zylan looked down at her front legs. She was scarred up all over her chest and legs, and even some on her face. One of the more deeper scars was right by her right eye, just missing it. She was lucky that she wasn't blind in that eye. Wincing a little bit, she could still remember the day and the fight when she received it.
She didn't know what kind of land she was walking into or what the status of the herds around her were, but she was interested. Would it be war stricken like how she was use to? Or maybe it was peaceful. She decided to stand on the outskirts of the open field before her. Zylan could observe at a distance, and keep tabs on things that were going on around her.
Her dark legs carried her through this strange land. She had never been here before and it was so unfamiliar. It didn't help that the clouds barely let the light of the moon shine through to guide her. All of her senses were tingling, waiting for something to jump out of the nearby grasses. She was use to this feeling. Zylan had been in a number of fights, so she made her body ready at any second.
Her mind took her back to her home lands. The herd was in constant war with the other herds around them. They were the trouble makers and everyone knew it. Her herd had no problem stealing other equines and then fighting the other herds. They loved to fight and would do it for fun all of the time. The herd was strong at first and getting stronger with every horse they took. This went on for a few months, but as time went on the herd started to become divided. The fight for power was very prevalent and eventually the horses started to fight amongst the herd. They were hurting each other, and it didn't seem to matter to anyone. With each hurt member of the herd, it was one less horse to fight off the other herds hot on their heels. The other herds started to band together to form a super herd. Everyone had enough of these trouble makers. Sure enough they were ran out of the lands by the other herds. With everyone scattered, Zylan was alone. She wasn't scared though. When someone grew up in that environment, they had to be tough. Even as foals fighting was encouraged to practice techniques that were needed to survive. They were trained to be fighters.
Zylan looked down at her front legs. She was scarred up all over her chest and legs, and even some on her face. One of the more deeper scars was right by her right eye, just missing it. She was lucky that she wasn't blind in that eye. Wincing a little bit, she could still remember the day and the fight when she received it.
She didn't know what kind of land she was walking into or what the status of the herds around her were, but she was interested. Would it be war stricken like how she was use to? Or maybe it was peaceful. She decided to stand on the outskirts of the open field before her. Zylan could observe at a distance, and keep tabs on things that were going on around her.