She entered the threshold at a smooth walk. She whinnied loudly. Her chords sounding like a loud violin cutting through the quiet air. She unfolded her wings. The white wings glowed. She trotted forward. Her adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her heart beats like a drum. With a quick flap of her majestic wings, she is airborne. The sun shining its blinding rays on her through the cold icy winds. Her coat colored tail following like a a cloud of mist. The breath from her darkened muzzle mists in the air. With the updrafts keeping her in the air, she doesn't have to move her wings a lot. She dips her left wing lower than her right, and banks. She maneuvers gracefully and easily, unlike when she was a filly.

She decided to land. She points herself to the ground and closes her wings. She plummets to the ground a fast speed. When she is a few feet away from the ground she opens her wings for an easy graceful landing. When done landing, she prances forward, almost as if showing off. The snow crunching delicately under-hoof. The mare had taken a liking to the scenery much different from where she came from. The desert versus a forest. Both sites intrigued her personality. Egging her on with the whistling wind or the faint howling or coyotes or wolves.

She stopped prancing and just walked forward. Her head was arched, but still high. Her banner also slightly high. Not like an Arabian tail, however Arabians always fascinated her. She mare had one silver-whiteblue eye and a dark chocolate color in the other. Her chestnut coat glinted in the sun's rays. A beautiful sight.

She reared up. Her hind legs taking the challenge of holding her steady. Her front hooves swung in the air. She tossed her head all around. This was her wild side. She mocked and fought with this side. All her enemies had and will fear this side of her. She wasn't a complete brute though. She had a calm, innocent, seductive side too. She felt her front hooves kiss the ground. For that breathing moment of her mane flopping while her head swings and the highlighted muscles in her leg graciously hold her high, she felt unstoppable. A pure war horse. She stood now.

The snow flurried around her. It reminded her of her dreaded mother. Delicate, broken, and innocent. Dreaded? Yes. Her mom was never around as a filly. Ray lived with her father. He was protective of her. The only trustworthy stallion she knew. Ray use to be very racist about unicorns, but now, she wasn't. She accepted their presence. If a unicorn did try to win her heart though, that fellow better beware, she promised to herself, she would never love a unicorn. She has indeed kept that promise.