She has become comfortably numb.

[Malka]

Faith is the bird that feels the light

when the dawn is still dark.

She has once again deviated from the protection of the Jungle, of her sanctuary for the past many years. She flies quietly, her brightly colored body swooping in the air above many of the other ground equines. She does not have a path in mind, but instead just lets the wind carry her where it wished. Her wings wide, she glided cheerfully along, only occasionally flapping her wings to catch a another updraft that would keep her airborne. It was early afternoon before she ever reached the Field. She had no intentions of coming out of the sky and instead, circled around lazily as she watched the occupants below. A pair of mares in particular caught her attention and she continued to circle, almost vulture-like as she kept an eye on them. The first mare kept her head down and made little eye contact with the second, though the both seemed out of their element among the savagery that made up the Field.

To her horror, she watches as a stallion approaches the two mares. His steps are heavy and she already feels that this will not be a good encounter. With breeding season nearing, many a mare was not safe among the Field. She swoops down in her bird form, quickly shifting just before she hits the ground running. She pivots and canters around to the gathered trio. As she nears, a strange sensation whispers to her that things may not bode well for the mares, but she pushes forward. Even as she nears, she feels something on the outskirts of her mind, pushing an unknown fear into her. At first she is startled and even comes to a rapid stop, but then she remembers the traits her father had bestowed upon her and she quickly forces a barrier around her mind and pushes forward.

She can feel the fear fighting on the edge of her mind and it takes a large amount of will to keep it at bay. She cannot stop though for she knows the other two mares are in danger and continues on. She comes to a stop just shy of the group, head high and ears flat against her painted skull. "These mares will be coming with me!" she says with a snarl as she stares the stallion down. She lets her abilities wander away from her body and she can feel the three other minds that stand near her. It takes but a moment for her to cover the minds of the two shy mares (for it is not hard to distinguish them from the strong willed stallion). She knows she is not strong enough the vanquish all the fear among them, but she can keep it in check. Fear can cripple a creature, but Malka was not going to let that happen today.

"Whatever the hell you may be, you best be moving on," she snarls further as she strides forward. "There is nothing for you to gain here," she adds, pawing at the ground below her as she waits a response.

Malka

immortal, quetzal-shifting Lekh, Kosi & Erinak of the 'Zons