The chances of her finding anything interesting in the abyss of the Steppe was rather slim. Especially in the thick of Frostfall when she often had to take shelter to protect her wings from freezing and to give her weary eyes a rest from the endless sea of blinding white. Right now the dark depths of the Deep Forest seemed like heaven in some other world; why had she visited this place? Of course, she knew why. The last time she had come up here the sprite had found that dead boy and his pet tiger, only a child herself then too, and he'd intrigued her. How could he be alive when he looked so utterly dead? Maybe he was one of those wraiths, his soul twisted and his body deformed, yet he had walked up to her so silently with his feline companion. Whatever he had been and even though their meeting had been very brief, Ghost wondered if she would find him again or anyone like him. Who knew what creatures lived in the abyss of cold, wet snow.

Ghost had sheltered for some time in the frozen arches, standing quietly and resting before heading out again for her last run. If she found nothing or no one this time, she would simply turn around and go home, perhaps she'd picked the wrong season to go adventuring in the mountains. On this day the wind was cruel and battered her in the sky, forcing her to the ground, on occasion, in order to regain her balance and catch her breath. Frostfall was cruel as he was vicious and Ghost was being handed the brunt. She tried her best to walk though the parts of snow that weren't as deep and cursed when she stood in a patch that sunk in farther than she thought.

She struggled along like this for a few minutes more before she began to make out a figure and a gauntlet thrown on the air. Wading a little closer Ghost inspected the brute who challenged the world to a duel.

For starters he was huge! With a coat the same colour as her own, but his was blemished with strange markings she couldn't quite make out. He spoke greatly of unicorn heritage with an ink dipped tail sprouting from his rear and three magnificent horns drove out of a strange skull mask that struck a chord with Ghost's warped imagination. A wise mare would have turned back and simply gone home, but Ghost had travelled to the Steppe and found nothing, but Ghost wanted to know more about this stallion that stood so morbidly in front of her. His calls where going shamefully unanswered after all.

Turning back on herself Ghost used the momentum of the northerly wind to push herself south and up into the air, clawing her way back round to fight against it. This was not easy and she grit her teeth until she thought she was behind the stallion. Seele was a small mare and to gain height advantage whilst earthbound had been a simple thing, but this boy was large and much taller than herself. She would not be able to remain in the air for long with such winds and her opening welcome she'd have to make count. Turning and aiming downwards, Ghost put her back to the northerly wind and flew towards the stallion with hooves outstretched aiming to lash all four at his rear/back area that glowed in a strange laced pattern.

Her once bored and frustrated emotions had been replaced with excitement and curiosity. Who was this giant with a skull mask? Why was he all the way up here? Why is he so eager to fight?

[623/800 | 1/3 | 0/1 Defence]
ooc; sorry for the wait chan!! <3
@[Morir]

here we go again
it's madness