This place was loud, full of what's and if's, pleading stallions and whining mares. Why was I even here you ask? You tell me. Where else was I supposed to go? Wander for the rest of time, in the last 9 months of life I'd wandered many miles. So many, many miles. I was bitter, hungry and did I mention bitter. Being separated from your mother at barely 4 months, that's a good reason to loathe the world and your existence in it. What is my purpose? Where does this path lead....
So I lingered, on the edge, in the shadows.... there was nothing particularly stunning about me. I'm the ugly duckling. My legs were too long for my body, winter fuzz still clung to my hindquarters and if you wanted to, you could practice counting using the ribs and vertebrae that protruded far to obviously. Somebody please help me. I had a pretty head though, the long neck of a swan, my Arabian heritage had provided me some grace. Beauty is as beauty does.
Those eyes though, the color of amber, penetrating the shadows. I can see into your soul. I gazed into the ruckus, swishing my ragged tail against my flanks in distaste. Cocking a hind leg, I lowered my pretty dished head and closed my eyes to the world. A breeze wandered over me, the cold fingers caused a shiver, the hair on my body stood on end and I drifted into a dark slumber, can't everyone just be quiet, the shadows draping their cold tendrils around me, almost blanket like, some perverted joke for sure.
There's a demon inside.