She wears a coat of color, Loved by some,
Feared by others

The day was rather warm for the this season- it had been a month since she had felt the energy of the sun's rays, the brightness of it shining down upon your familiar territory. Though she had not claimed this land and could not, and there was no way she ever would, she liked to think of it as her home and wanted to join. The sky- such a rich, baby blue, the scarce amount puffy white clouds floating in the air as if they had nothing else to do, no rain to pour, and no sun to hide. Around her, the rolling foothills were bustling with what little life had remained awake through the perilous winter, and she heard various critter greet each other with chitters and songs. The chipmunks were about, gather the little piles of acorns that they had stashed for their winter break, and the bluejays were already hopping from around from time to time, their symphony beautiful and airy, much like the crisp, birdsong air itself. A smile graced her velvety silken maw, and she walked lazily over the thin blades of green grass. She'd lived here nearly none her life- but every now and then, she wondered about, and she certainly loved to socialize- and for her, it was easy to attract new stallions- for her exterior design was certainly eye-catching. Today, the sun was extravagantly bright, and it's ray soaked into her frosty pelt, making her seem almost glassy with spots of sweat starting to bead down her pelt a glassy figure in motion. Her tail was black as night with straight fibers- the light was hitting it at just the right angle, and a dull, but obvious rainbow was cast inside of it's figure. Her cyan blue eyes wandered around, curious at what new bringings the day held for her. A shiver went up her spine, and she smiled, her features brightening at the sight of the rally. She halted behind the growing crowd. ”I am Ariadne. I seek to not only join your herd, but to help in the invasion.” Serious gaze fell on hatred for Jackal, the stallion. She hated stallions with a fiery passion, but wanted to so desperately join the foothills. She walked closer where her figure wasn’t obscured by other horses. She could see Jackal perfectly and he could see her.

”I want to fight for you.”