{felt a lost place to call my home

[Asp]

Her skin still smelled of sea water. There were small crystals still attached to the splattered mess of a pelt she sported. The winter coat had done a fair job at keeping the cold but the bitter breeze still bit into her sides. Asp had crossed the salty sea for the dream of simply being left alone, and yet, here she was, the field covered in scents of other horses. Tribes. The air was thick with something that she couldn't quiet place. Fire maybe? She shakes her coat once more to try in vain to be dry. There would never be a time when Asp would be considered beautiful. Exotic? Sure. Odd? Sure. A curiousity? Very much so. There was no blending into the dark for her or blending into really anything. The summer trees did not hide her spots. The winter snows did not hide the ruddy chestnut or the sun-bleached hair. She ambled quietly, just simply minding her own business and suddenly a voice seems to bless her. Her ears immediately pin back, her face tightens. She squeals for a moment, and spins on her haunches ready for some righteous creature who somehow thinks they could convince her to walk a path different than her own. But quickly her anger turns to smolder, the brown eyes narrow under the slightly angled horn. Instead seemed a mare made from the moonlight, delicate and decidedly feminine. So much the opposite of the damp, battle tested creature in front of her. Asp decides that she was good enough to engage with, having few other options that seemed awake at this hour. "It would seem we're both on the same road." A rough voice comes from her mouth, hardened with years and dusted with disuse. A haggard thing really, poor Asp. "...far from home." She adds, almost to herself. But where was home now? Burnt to the ground, nothing but cinders and ash. Home was a bittersweet memory where her oddly patterened coat and horn dictated her as a strong warrior. Here she was no one, and nobody. Here she would build herself once more, dark like the thoughts in her mind. She watches the pale creature before her, wondering if her disposition matched the angelic one before her...or if there was something more sinister beneath the moonlight.

@[aglæca]