Precise hooves sledged through wet mush, lunar white figure glaring like a beacon within the darkened forest though it was still daylight beyond. She knew it was day, because she was still here.
The snow beneath her feet was an all-new experience. Her last "homeland" -though she would never truly have a home- never saw any season save for a perfect Spring, held in place by the magic of unicorns. Similar blood hummed through her veins, forever out of grasp, useless and untouchable. But she could feel it, could nearly smell it. And anyone with real power probably could too.
Which was only a hint to why she could never remain in one place too long. She was on the run. Always moving. Like a ghost she was there, and then she wasn't. It had to be this way.
Her heart clutched in fear at the sound of thundering hooves, and like a hare she froze, eyes wide. Cowering behind trees did her no good, for she nearly glowed in contrast, but it never stopped her from trying.
She gasped quietly when she saw him, clamping her mouth shut as he tore through the forest. Big, black, and agile. Her heart raced. She nearly thought it was him, but the telltale splashes of white marked the truth.
She watched him race up to a mare. She thought maybe he was aggressive and she flinched, but he just tapped at the female then ran off in another direction. Sliding further behind a tree and peering out with one eye, she studied the mare. She'd seen colorful horses, of course, but none quite like this one.
The woman was like milk chocolate, raspberry tipped, soft and delectable. A rare treat with sweet elegance to complement it all. She perceived her as wise, as if she'd seen love and loss in her life already though she looked so young and alive.
Münfaede approached carefully, peering out cautiously for the stallion. "Did that hurt?" she whispered to her, not at all sure what she planned on doing if he came back and truly was aggressive. Her forelock hung over her face, loose and messy. She no doubt looked a bit wild, living about on her own so long with no one to help groom her. Her figure could be regarded as rather thin as well, but never mistake her for helpless.
