It was an alien world that surround Qeren, so very unlike the harsh, brutal hellish sun scorched terrain of sand and heat. The chill even now as the earth attempted to warm once more in the unfurling of spring was greater than the crisp desert nights. That the vixen - in past - would have claimed to numb the flesh. This was not her home. This was not the land of her people. The dappled femme had no home. And she no longer had people. She was more now an outcast. A lone wolf wandering endlessly. Unsure of her own future. Hoping… Wishing that perhaps maybe she would find a place to become home.


One that didn’t know her past. A people who didn’t know she was the bastard daughter of a high born male in her home tribe. It wasn’t that Qeren desired to be saturated completely in the company of others. Often the speckled mare was content to be left alone. But before she had her mother. She had a few close good friends. Even her father to the best of his unfaithful abilities had been there for his bastard and the mare he had loved. Loved. Loved because Qeren knew that her dam was dead. Life given so that Qeren could flee.

And even an introvert such as herself felt the weight of having no one in the world left in her corner. A beast whom enjoyed adventure. Whom loved to learn and experience things anew… This was not how it was wished to explore. It left an aching heart void of connection, weighted with the oppressive venom of grief and bitterness. Yes. Even she desired a people to call her own. Yet the months since she had fled from home there had been no real chances given. Not that the Anglo-Arab mutt made it simple.

Weary of strangers Qeren had chosen to avoid most. Danger felt like it lurked all around. There had been brutes along the way. But thus far she had remained fortunate as to not befall any great harm or misfortune beyond that of what had driven her from everything intimate to memory. Avoiding a questionable group had lead to her being funnelled through the mountains into yet another new land. Helovia.

Aside from the unrelenting chill felt from the long travel, the area was a beautiful eden to behold. It seemed natural to assume there would be herds in the area. And once the sound of another couldn’t be denied, Qeren’s muscles became tense. Unsure if flight of fight may be needed. Emerald and cerulean orbits set wearily in the direction of approach.

The mare that appeared was one whom looked similar in build to many from the land she hailed from. The slight Arab features. Such as Qeren boasted herself. While taller at sixteen two. Qeren had a narrower build, athletic. Far from the Percheron blood that had also run through her veins. Missmatched orbs flickered for a moment to the leviathan to the mare it apparently took to hiding behind.

The greeting and presented question baited the usual sarcasm of the mare. It was, after all, what she so often fell into when she was tired and weary. And she was weighted with each. Until she was confident of what place she’d ventured into… And what kind of inhabitant she was interacting with… Qeren would make effort to bite back sarcastic words. "Hello…" came the cautious tone, muscles still tensed in preparation of a quick reaction that may be needed. "I’ve only just arrived." orbs carefully appraised the other mare. While no aggressive stance was presented, Qeren still kept her guard up, "Was I trespassing?”

Better to attempt to present a request to pass through a herds land if she was happened upon. Though she was rather ready to rest and find a place to settle. This business of traveling had grown exhausting.

NOTE || It was a wonderful post <3 I'm so rusty. So hopefully this post is okay :)

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