a burning snake coils around her heart and constricts its body. this is the feeling of want and need, burning through her soul as venom, as fire in her veins, and the wind sings nothing to her, nothing, and for once she feels absolutely alone.
the want and the need is for that of a resting place, to lay her dome and.. trust?
she is not sure this is the appropriate reasoning for this.. situation, no.
the land is not snowing. what season is it? she was traveling long, her cranium worn from many a worries, many a sights.
and it was then that the sky had darkened, the earth had seemed to shake, and the world had gone black.

she had wanted to go to a kingdom where she may be fitted queen, not a forsaken land full of the damned.
yet, blindly, she had wandered into this world, somewhere she wanted to never go,
the wilderness, far from that which she enjoyed. she had no trail to follow, no scents,
that she breathed into her nostrils here was of strange creatures and yet stranger beasts.
where had the royalty gone? was it but a wisp of smoke in the air?
did these creatures, were these equines, savages? did they not trail the roads as thieves
and steal from one another as savages?

when the moon had appeared, circuta was relieved, her dome lifting
in silent prayers of thanks, to a hierarchy she knew not of.
but it was only when she had stepped into this never-ending forest, from a trail of the world she had
been in, that she saw the earth grow lush beneath hooves,
and she decided this place must be that of a ruling, of a civilized species.
but now, as all must, she knew she must find the place where she would belong,
where she could breathe kinship and loyalty to a cause she did not know,
where she could fight along side brethren and even her sisters.

the world was open with opportunities, new toys to be played with, yes,
and circuta wanted to know all of this strange land, all of it's
nooks and it's crannies.
she had wandered upon glowing biological things that seemed to be moons on the earth.
did they have a name? what were they?
the lady of the night needed to know, needed to, or she would burst into a hot,
raging, ball of flames, and melt into the ground with her curiosity.
this place.. smelled of many equines, from those far away,
and she must assume that she would find answers in this region.

yet she darest not speak aloud, she was not a fool,
not a idiot.

she would find answers.
she sought those who could give her a nest.

she sought the righteous.
she sought the pure breeds.

and she would, oh, she would find them, soon, she knew.
but she didn't need to tromp through the forest as some uncivilized beast
and show her precise location to everyone. no, circuta was not one of the half-bloods,
she was born to rise above such creatures.

indigo orbs awaited a speaker with her dome raised high, her natural metallic sheen of her coat gleaming.
she would be patient.

and she waited.