How long had it been since she'd shook in fear? How long since her mind had functioned farther than seeing the horns with blood dripping off of them? How long had it been since she'd spoken? Too long. Too long. The pain hadn't gone away. And now, she could feel the presence of other people in the lands. It was an ominous feeling. A sickening feeling. One like when the Grey had invaded her old home.

Wait? Invaded? Instantly, the mare was on edge. She may not understand how to fight. She may have always been too afraid to get head on into the fray. But, she no longer cared. She had lost her home once. She wasn't about to lose another one. Shuffling closer and closer to a misty area she had already knotted her tail up a little so that it didn't become and object of which to step on - the knot high so it couldn't get stuck in a branch and keep her locked in place.

The mists, over these past couple of days, had become a source of comfort for the shattered mare. They had offered a cloak. They had offered protection. They had shrouded her from the world, as they were mostly doing now, and she could do nothing but thank the mists. They were now as much a part of her as they were the Edge, and with her mind shattered enough to just barely take in what was around her, they were slowly beginning to heal her.

She wasn't afraid, not right now. The grief and shock was still coursing through her veins. Perhaps it was a sign. Perhaps this was how she would die. she deserved it. The stag had been aiming for her. The mechanical one had aimed for her not Rowan. It was only right, now, that if she were to go out she actually got a chance to attempt to help those which she was growing closer to.

Her feet shuffled back and forth, eyes taking in the surroundings completely. The trees were pretty much all behind her, minus one placed about fifty feet to her right, those behind her about thirty, maybe thirty five feet. No trees close on her left. The mists shrouding up to her chest, weakening as it went up her neck, and almost non-existent around her face. The joys of being so tiny, the mists were her metaphorical shield and it somehow offered her a bit more bravery. She had wanted to heal. But, with her home being invaded she would at least attempt to help defend her new home to the best of her abilities.

Her meek voice finally escaped her throat, just below a whisper and barely audible, words whisked off of her maw and disappeared into the mists that shrouded her. "I'll be strong. Your death won't be in vain, Rowan..."

491 words
Word Count = 800
Standard Invasion Rules
Site Wide Plot restricts the magic/companions
4 posts && defense each - invasion time limit.
Setting: More open clearing with a few branches/rocks on the ground. Tree's behind Res and to her right. Mists are radiating along the ground, thicker on the bottom, you can make out her form from her shoulders up from a farther distance, shoulders down you have to be a bit closer to make them out. (much like driving in a heavy fog)