The Gods seemed enraged today. Electrifying streaks covered the sky whilst a ferocious wind whipped about the mare's mane, causing her to be partially blinded as unsightly golden mane flapped across her eyes and splashed more water onto the already bedraggled pelt. Gritting her teeth, Reiko continued to plant her feet firmly upon the soft moss that gathered underfoot. She was wise enough to steer clear of the shiny obsidian rocks that were immensely slippery. Thin branches whipped about her slender bodice and flank as though engaged in a menacing game of seduction. Suppressing the urge to whimper beneath the forces of nature, the young lady would endure the crooning of the wind that threatened to suck her away into oblivion. She would not have been surprised if there had been a typhoon in the vicinity. Typhoons - yes, she had seen it once, long ago, far away and atop a hill. Reiko had beheld its sight with large, doe eyes, her young mind not yet aware of such a terror. Who controlled these forces? It was a question that she had yet to find out the answer to. The term "god" was merely a passing remark by her old pack members and she did not truly believe them, believing them to be merely a ghostly entity of superstitious minds. Right now, it was she who dared in full insolence to direct her anxiety, stress and angst towards the Gods whom she did not know personally.


Had it been a sunny day, Reiko would have lost no time in unfurling her wings and seeking shelter but she feared getting struck tonight, forcing her to keep her two appendages close to her shivering bodice with each step forward. It was after what seemed like an immensely long walk that she finally reached a breaking point that spoke of dejection and disappointment. She had been on the move for 6 months now but had not found this dream of a new land and a new herd. She had to accept it - she was nothing but a lost cause and a foolish fool to stray so far from her herd that was resolute and who were so routine. Perhaps she was an aberration after all. And here she was, thinking that the wings she had been bestowed with made her unique. Reiko seemed to accept a certain type of defeat and with head low, she sought out a small cave and crept in. Pulling her exhausted limbs into a tight formation beneath her, the tobiano mare would lie her head upon the cold hard ground and attempt to relieve herself of exhaustion while listening to the incessant thrumming of raindrops.