The old, green forest cast it's earthy tones upon the black and white frame of a strong draft stallion as he made his way carefully across the root strewn ground that seemed to be trying to reach out and ensnare his large hooves. Light amethyst eyes looked out from beneath his creamy white forelock and gazed upon everything with a childish wonder. Everything looked so similar and yet so vastly different from the world he had come from although he could still feel the familiar presence of the gods that he had grown up with and was sure that the same ones resided in this beautiful land. Inhaling deeply of the sun steeped air, he came to a sudden and dramatic stop. Holding his powerful, arched neck up and straitening to stand at his full 17hh he held still as a light breeze caressed his form and stirred the feathers on his legs.

Whisked away by his over active imagination in such a simple place as this ancient forest, Lythe started prancing through the trees, every inch of him the noble knight come to save a kingdom full of corruption and evil sorcerers. "Watch out scoundrels! Sir Lythe has come to drive you out and restore peace in this land!" His voice was a dreamy baritone that had the somewhat airy quality of a beautiful instrument rarely played. Spurred to a gallop, Ly raced past "castles" and "villages" until he came to an open field in which he conjured up an image of a dark tower guarded by two bloodthirsty unicorns that were even bigger than he himself. Imprisoned in this admittedly short tower was a beautiful mare who looked to be the offspring of the moon.

Puffing his chest out, the fully grown stallion pawed at the moist earth and prepared to enter into a fight with thin air. Raising himself on his hind legs he called out a challenge to his imaginary foes (as well as to anyone who might have been nearby) and was about to charge when the caw of a raven caused him to freeze once more. This time however was no heroic pose and Ly strained unsuccessfully to make his large form seemingly smaller as he cringed away from the bird. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to cause anyone any trouble, please, I just want to live without giving anyone my ill luck." His tones were subdued and spoken at a whisper as he cringed away from the meadow and entered back into the silent forest.

His whole life he had been considered a bad omen thanks to the black splotches that covered his otherwise white form and his superstitious herd took it to be a warning of terrible things to come. The old seer who had raised Ly had convinced them to let him stay as the white in his coat might indicate that he was in fact a good omen and a messenger of the gods instead of their wrath. The only company he ever had was the cranky elder and the wondrous stories he was told and so he did what any other lonely child would do, he created friends and adventures of his own.

Lythe would never really fit in with any herd, at least not until his mind caught up with his body and even though he has absolutely no idea how to make friends or interact with anyone else he desperately craves companionship. Whickering sadly to himself, Ly cast his gaze with a dreadful hope that someone was near and that everyone was far away.