After hours of traveling, Nostalgic found herself in a dark forest. She didn't know what to think of it, as she had never been nor seen the area before. Her nasal passages widened as she scented the air surrounding her. Many aroma's filled her senses. She noticed the familiar scent of other equines, squirrels, and whatever else happened to be in the forest. The darkness didn't bother her, as she has been surrounded in it all of her life. It even could comfort her at times. She let out a soft whinny and picked up a brisk trot through the forest, in attempt to discover what was there.
Her mane and tail blew in the wind; a feeling of which she loved. Her sleek-coated black fur blended in well with her surroundings, but her icy blue eyes stood out well. As she trekked on, she entered into a small clearing. The moon shined down upon her coat, making her fur glimmer in the light. Glancing around the clearing, she saw a small stream. Oddly, their wasn't any other creatures nearby, that she knows of. She walked over towards the stream and arched her neck as she lowered her head down towards the rushing current. Her lips touched the surface of the water, and soon her muzzle was in. She gulped down big gulps of the cool, refreshing water that tasted wonderful as she hasn't seen water in days. As the water gushed down her throat, it gave a cooling sensation that she had so much desired. Her throat and mouth were now cool and wet rather than warm and scratchy. She lifted her head from the water, her muzzle dripping wet. She stepped into the shallow stream, letting the current rush against her fetlocks and hooves.
Her ears perked to listen for noises; she heard a faint rustling of branches nearby. Her eyes darted across the clearing as she circled around to try to find the source of the rustling. She scented the air, but couldn't recognize the scent. She decided to stay put and wait it out, as escaping it would be a sign of weakness. Nostalgic relaxed a little bit, but was still very alert, ready for whatever was to face her.
She realized that she was hungry as she relaxed. She figured that she just forgot about it after a while since she was focused on things other than her hunger. She stepped out of the stream, her fetlocks and hooves dripping wet from being in the water, but she liked the coolness that the water had. If it had been day, the water wouldn't have been near as cool, but luckily it was night so that she could receive the cool water rather than steaming hot water. She lowered her head to the ground and began munching on the sweet grass. It had some dew covering it, giving it a slightly different taste, but she liked it anyways. Her ears were still perked for any signs of danger, and her body remained tense. She had a feeling she wasn't alone, but maybe that was a good thing. She wanted to be around others of her kind instead of being an outcast like many have to be.


[OOC: Sorry that it isn't that good, I haven't really role-played in a while. xD]