This gloom-filled forest was entered with eyes that darted to each and every corner, with utmost caution in the step, and tension stifling her muscles. A place like this could not be trusted - not now, not ever, and the sunshine fairy flitted through the trees with thoughts of murder and rape streaming through her mind. Though do not be mistaken; Iseult would not have entered this woodland without good reason, and so you must realise that beneath all of this apprehension, The Threshold was crossed by the girl with a sense of relief resting between her teeth. She had been wandering for so long, so awfully dreadfully long; trekking in the hope that somewhere down the line she would stumble across a land to call home. Nothing would ever compare to Rioth'e, of course, but she was sick and tired of drifting like a dandelion caught in the eastern gale. It just wasn't her style. She was born to a family who had lived in their Desert kingdom for over 500 years, and Iseult had been accustomed to this way of thinking for as long as she could remember; such sudden change in her once-staid lifestyle was stressful to say the least. It had even caused a physical change in the mare: ribcage stretching at the seams of her skin, coat dulled, temples sunken despite her vivacious youth. The thought of wandering forever made Iseult's mouth run dry with horror - death was already chasing her heels after devouring her brother, one wrong move and He would snatch her up too.

No, don't start thinking about Idris, not again.

Her breath came short and fast with the recalling of his death; it was as though she was reliving it all over again. Awakening to the sight of his lifeless, endless gaze, and knowing the light that she had fallen in love with would be forever absent. Jolting back from her memories the palomino mare froze in her step, clenching her own eyelids tight, as if doing so would erase the vision of her beloved's frame from her mind. But how could one ever forget what she had seen? The ice covering his emaciated body, a body that had once been statuesque and beautiful... Iseult shuddered, feeling the familiar sensation of tears welling, but forced herself to swallow the grief as best as she could. This was no place for weakness, and she knew not a drop of mercy would be shown toward a victim of emotional damage. Sucking in her chest, Iseult strode on, gaze hardening to the darkness that caressed her bones.

OOC: jeeeeez. this is AWFUL, please do excuse this as it is my first post with ise after all x3