Wanderer {OPEN THREAD}

[Keely]

Keely

Boom.    Boom.
With each step, the earth trembled as the massive mare slowed her pace to a watchful walk. Shika raised her large, white-painted face as she took in her new surroundings. The plains of a vacant land with no name had changed into the thick forest around her. While she still did not know if this strange land held a particular title, the worn trails and numerous hoof prints signaled that this land was anything but vacant.
Shika shook the stiffness out of her muscles, although a good shake did next to nothing after such a long journey. She couldn't remember for how long she travelled, but it was enough that the sight of grass up to her pasterns persuaded her to rest. This land was fertile, unlike the country she just came out of, and Shika needed to stay fit throughout her travels in case she encountered something she was in no mood to tolerate.
From the unknown half of her parentage, Shika had acquired a healthy amount of stamina and an athletic form that eliminated the typically round Shire traits from her confirmation. Every inch of Shika was proportionally muscled and large, from her feathered white hooves to her trim barrel. And at 16.3 hands, Shika was an imposing figure to behold.
Shika strode towards a particularly green patch of grass beneath a cluster of trees, her steps echoing in the silent forest. She attacked the grass, almost viciously, as she flicked flies from her lathered skin. A beam of summer sun streamed down from the canopy of trees, revealing battle scars scattered across her ebony coat. They were like tattoos, revealing a story of hardship, pain, and rage in each patch of scarred flesh. She only wondered what story would be told on her skin in this new land.