Her light hooves only left imprints in the grass for seconds before the wind washed away the evidence of her presence. She did not want to be met by others, she was quite happy to wonder alone, and discover this new land at her own pace. Her eyes were bright, and boredom gently creased her features. Why was the world so boring, no body ever seemed to be worthy enough to live when it came to Eris' decision. Her smooth steps, hair trailing behind her, she wondered where the free lands were in this land. She and those who tried to lead her did not mix well. She had problems respecting authority. A light breeze rolled over the mare's body, and she paused still in the threshold. How the hell did she get out of the forest, better yet had she been walking in circles? A heat of anger filled her, that side always with her. They crazy side, the murderous side. Who would fall prey to it now? The mare froze and closed her lids, breathing even. She focused on putting her walls back up, hiding away that side of her. She needed to have a steady head to figure out a way from this forest. If someone came along to help her then she needed to try and talk to them get their assistance out of here. Then if they where weak enough she would let go. She would kill them.

A cruel and cold smile danced along her chops, but once again she was stable. Well, even enough so she could function again without the urge to go on a murderous rampage. More of a chilly wind, eyes opened, Eris scrolled at the lack of shelter. Why was there no caves around here? They were her favourite hidey holes, they protected her from the rain and hid her from the world. Seeing as mostly everything pissed her off this was generally a good thing. It also stopped others from running into her dark moments. With a sad sigh, her mind flicked back to her father. Not a day went by when she didn't miss him, when she didn't think about him or worry about him. It crushed her to be without him even though his death was over a year ago. Still he had made her like this and loved her unconditionally. He was her hero. She knew that her father would be beside her supporting her murderous feelings, not letting her hide that away. Plus he was excellent at navigation, he would be able to figure a way out of this stupid forest. Which would probably have also prevented her anger anyway.

Blue orbs flicked around, anger and frustration still sat on her features. Eris knew that she was going to have to talk to someone, ask for help and socialise. Ew. Nothing was worse than conversing with others, who expected witty replies. Even when she tried to be nice because she generally liked the other she ended up being an awkward ass. She wasn't quite sure how those two traits worked together but that's how she would describe herself. As an awkward ass. Murderess generally didn't roll well with others. Very few understood how she felt about the world, many freaked out because they killed one person. Well, not bragging but Eris had killed at least fifteen other horses. Then on top of that she had killed many other creatures, only they didn't count anyway because most of them were too easy or didn't fight back.

But were was a way out of this hell of a forest?