Her young bones winded around the tree. She was very young, bu not sad. With still another quarter of a year left before she turned two, she wasn't in totall need of a parent. Rather than being dependent, she swayed more to the independent side. A large round tree reached high and sank into the ground next to her. Deciding she should rest her forming bones, she did. She let her weight be propped up against the tawny bark. Her monochromatic gape looked around. Her mane was short, but was growing wild and wavy. A primal edge to her raw beauty. Her name was Duska.

Glancing her dished cranium to the orange canopy over head, she saw the leaves holding onto the trees, but having to let go and float to the floor. They turned shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown. There on the floor, they colored the usually brown soil into harvest season colors. Even the bark peeled off of some of the trunks. It seemed everything was ill prepared for FrostFall, and she wasn't surprised. Her dam had been also. Now, Duska was cursed with a FrostFall birthing. Anyways, she didn't mind this TallSun evening. A slight chill blew through the trees and reminded her of the oncoming blizzards and endless snow. Even more so was she reminded when the wind barely touched the leaves to make them quiver and fall to the ground. Her regal head tilted back down. Her lashes shut as the icy chill stung her orbs. Reopening them when it was gone. Her crown dipping back down to it's original spot.

The jezebel filtered the scenery for a sign of a horse. It'd be wise to pick this one up. She was a beauty. Her monochromatic eyes so easily seeing around her. Barely anything could sneak up to her with out her knowing. Yet she didn't know this place and didn't know where she wanted to go. She was racist, and could easily slit throats with her horn. Her two toned wavy mane and tail glistened a beautiful shine, and her fur glistened with it. She seemed as a goddess with her hued pinkish golden coat that she so proudly wore. Her Arabian bloodlines carried far back, and she held the endurance of many, but lacked strength. She had charisma, honesty, flirtatiousness, and a primal stance to her. She also had the intelligence of many. Without a doubt, she could make a good head-way in any herd. She knew who to kiss up to and who's ass to kick. She knew who to violently harass and who to respect and bow to. Rules. They were hard for her to comprehend at times, but she could learn them. The only rule she discreetly always disobeyed was the rule that when a stallion has a mare to call his, he is off limits. That just doesn't work to much in her brain. Adding to her simple beauty, she knew how to portray herself in a delicate, yet subtle, manner.