It had been a long time since the nightmare had made her presence felt to others, too long in truth. Her scarred muzzle wrinkled in a wry smile as she scented the air, seeking out the scent of other horses...and blood. Ah the sweet red liquid that flowed through the veins and gave her an almost imperceptible high with it's metallic tang.

Matted tail slaps against her scarred flanks as she moves off in the direction the scent leads her, massive hooves marring the earth with their passing. The grass was easier upon her hooves than the jagged rocks and hellish terrain of her former home had been, it was a slight relief though it would only be made completely better when she had a home. Normally she wasn't very social, the nightmare, but she knew that lone mares didn't fair too well. Even ones as big and willing to fight as she was, there was always some fool male that decided he had to have her. It was fun to send them running away like frightened deer.

Finding the shade of a tree, she slinks into it's welcoming shadows like a large cat. Lowering her head, she begins to graze there in the shadows. Ears, the right one mangled courtesy of a long ago battle, swivel to and fro atop her skull as she remains alert to her surroundings. Partially hidden by the sweep of her forelock, dark eyes keep a close watch on her flanks. A predator always knew to be alert, and she most certainly was nobody's prey. But making some think she was prey was interesting, and a way to keep herself amused when things got dull.

Growing bored with the grazing, she lifts her head and scans the mountains that surround her here and it gives her a pang of memories from Reykjavik. The island had been a volcanic one, and the home she shared with Morgenstern had been along an actively volcanic ridge. The raging lava that sometimes spewed like molten fire down the mountainside had always intrigued her. It seemed as if it were a metaphorical representation for the love, hate and lust that she and the sabino stallion felt for each other. A ripple of longing shuddered through her muscles, she could almost feel his teeth grazing her shoulder, up her neck.

Snorting in disgust at herself, she returns her attention to the mountains, letting it wander across the other creatures she could see dotting this plain. If she had possessed eyebrows one would be raised in a slightly quizzical look at that moment. She had of course heard of unicorns and pegasi, but had never actually seen one. Until now that is, keeping her curiosity in check she nonchalantly perched a hind hoof n it's point as she awaited the waves of the diplomats that would follow eventually, it always did.