Everything around her was black, it was impossible to tell the difference between the dark tree bark and the surrounding area. The trees canopies so thick that what little light the moon gave off did little good. A slight wind rustled the leaves and howled through the branches. The effect was ominous and gave of a sorta cold feeling. The whole scene was chilling and should have sent Risa in the opposite direction.

To her however it was comforting, she fit in so perfectly with the black background. The perfect camouflage for a mare that did not wish to be found. In the blackness it felt safe and the cold that bit at her skin and extra layer of protection. A blanket that protected her from the flames she so feared.

She knew that as long as everything stayed in shadow and heat did not scorch her fur she could be at peace.

And yet even as her surrounding keep her blood from boiling it could do nothing to keep her thoughts at bay. She paws at the ground and snorts as though she can force the thoughts from her head. She shakes her head and snorts again the flames behind her eyes seeming to take over.

She spreads her wings raising up then pressing them down looking as though she was about to take off. She closes her eyes and flaps her wings again letting the wind she created wrap around her pulling at the hairs around her hooves. She raises her head as high as she can and closes her eyes. She inhales deeply then holds her breath as she folds her wings back in. Exhaling before she sinks back on her hunches then lunges forward pressing into a dead run.

Her muscles stretch starting to ache as she pushes faster, surging though the dark forest. Not stopping until she cleared from the trees, the moons light now glinting off her dark feathers and fur. Her breathing was ragged but the fire behind her eyes had faded, and yet it was there waiting for her to let her guard down.

Lisa calls out her desperate voice ringing out, she didn't exactly want to be around others but to go back in the forest she thought had comforted would only bring back the fire. She calls out once more, this time as though her life depended on it the echo sounding sad as it faded away.