Res bolted through the forest. Her hooves falling in a delicate four beat pattern, only a syncopated version as every and of four she'd be in the air completely - no hooves placed on the turf which she was running across. Her mind was reeling. She had been thrust from her lands due to an invasion of those dawning wings and horns. She had been thrust into a world that provided no forms of comfort. Everything was scary out here. Everything was out to get her. She was alone. Completely and totally alone. Her ear flinched with each noise as her body jumped away from the sound. How could the world do this to her.

She had worked up a sweat. Her entire body covered in a lather of it as her nostrils flared out - still trying to push forward and gallop away from the noises. Though, it didn't take long for her luscious locks to become snagged in the trees and roots. A sharp yank causing her to tumble backward and scramble back onto her feet, fighting to keep herself moving. But she couldn't escape the area. She continued to yank and tug and pull until she heard a ripping sound. Finally freed from the trap, with a few strands of her tail shorter than before, she went straight into a gallop again. And she continued this cycle until she could no longer run. Her lungs burning as she stood under one of the trees, her tail (or what was left of it) was wrapped around the base of the trunk, strands of it hanging scraggly against her haunches. Her eyes falling shut as she pinned her audit to her skull and shook her head. She didn't know where she was. Everything was causing her problems. She couldn't run correctly. Quilyan was probably dead. Again, she was left with nothing. Her whole world shattered to pieces in front of her face. And she could do nothing to stop it. Tears falling from her eyes as she let out a short sob. Her entire body was trembling as a cold gust blew in, the sun hidden by the trees above and only resulting in sending a cold shock through her pelt thanks to the sweat lathered in it.

So, with a couple more steps, she set off at a trot, continued to trek through this confusing place, still jumping every few seconds at the noises it was producing and the hidden threats in the shadows of her mind.