The wind nipped at the young mare as she moved her way across the field at a comfortable walk. Despite her age, her size and that she was completely alone, she seemed to hold no fear of what may happen to her, confident in her strides that no ill would fall upon her she let her head hang low as her muzzle brushed the short frost covered blades of grass. Winter was her favorite season, the land seemed to sleep under the blanket of white, and all was at peace. The young female knew she'd be able to hear approaching strangers in this season, and this knowledge put her at ease.
Mizaria made her way towards the one thing that thundered in the otherwise would-be silent landscape. The water spilled over the cliff down to the lake below, the water was a crispy cold and chilling to the bone as Mizaria's maw touched the surface, taking in a long and wanted mouthful of water. She shook her head about slightly as the chilling water moved down her throat causing the cold to spread through her body briefly. Her ears perked up as a sound made its way over the thundering of the falls and she pivoted around to look across the field easier, her head moving from side to side.
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m o n s t e r s running wild inside of me.