Res's feet plodded along the icy ground below her feet. She had to admit that it wasn't near as bad as it could be for the summer sun was beating down upon the terrain, but it was still dangerous. Her head was held higher, much higher, than before and her banner was swaying out majestically behind her. Her audit pricked up and she didn't even attempt to hide the missing ear. Have them look if they want to, it was something that made her, well, her. And, you could never change that. So, humming a light song on her lips she stretched out and moved forward as if she were dancing. Feet picking up and snapping in place with such a majestic feel someone who didn't know her would believe that she had always dawned herself with such a sense of nobility. Birds joined into the song, flying beside her head and the mare who used to be scared of everything didn't flinch. But that was a lie. This wasn't the same mare. She was completely different. Such confidence radiated from her very frame. And, even though she was dirtied so much along her back that it hid her intricate lacing she held such an air of importance few animals stayed hidden with the desire to not investigate the noises. Of course, there were few noises coming from her feet, minus the ever cracking ice and slight splashes of puddled water clinging up around her feet.

Who, really, was this mare? She was so different. Yet, it all felt so right. Well, minus the thoughts of killing pooling in the crevices of her mind. The thought of pounding her hooves into the scampering animals skulls and listening to the sickening crunch. Res's stomach churned at such thoughts, but the smug grin still spread across her face like wildfire, lighting up all of her features. She wanted a challenge. Something to do. She had been too still for too long. She could feel it in her joints as pranced along, eyes darting toward a cave. Good. She would have somewhere to stay the night should she feel like sleeping somewhere safer. Though, she had to admit, that sleeping on the ice would be rather cold and unfortunate.

One flick of her ear and she spun on her haunches at the sound of more ice crunching. Feet squarely planted into the sodden earth as she narrowed her eyes. Who dared sneak up upon her? A low snort escaping her nostrils as she peered around, ear pinning instantly. They thought they could sneak up on her. The stupidity of that creature. But, with a small squeak and a big bushy tail a squirrel emerged with one of the last nuts available to the area. Lowering her head she snapped out at the foul creature, watching as it scampered off at the warning and then stood. Stood and waited. She didn't need water. She didn't need food. She just needed something to challenge her. She needed something to play with.

But it seemed that she didn't have to wait very long. Fate was good to her. One gentle swish of her tail as she peered around over the ice, waiting to hear something emerge across the icy terrain she was situated upon. Her mane pooling around her forelegs and gently gracing the tips of the ground. Gentle puffs of fog escaped her nostrils as she took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. So this is what it felt like to be free. To not have a care in the world. The freezing air kept her body alert. It was allowing her to take the world in with such new awareness it was like seeing everything fresh.

The sound of hooves broke her train of thought, ear instantly flickering backwards to the noise as she shuffled her feet just enough to start to turn her frame. She could tell he was attempting to make his overly large frame smaller. But, really, there was no way someone as large as he could even consider getting close to her height without laying down. A near silent whicker escaped his maw as e bobbed his head in welcome. As she turned her head she noticed narrowed eyes and she returned the glare. Golden orbs turning a shade or so darker in uncertainty - yet not unwelcome.

Another gentle puff of air escaped her nares as she twisted her way around again so that her entire frame was facing him. A sweeping motion occured with her hair, the darker red strands swishing some of the ice around and covering it as she raised her head confidently. "Yes, sir?" she inquired, her mind not placing the figure before her in any of her recent memories.

The mare shuffled her feet a little, peering up at the stallion who was a good foot taller than her. He claimed they had met. He had to be mistaken. She had not yet encountered someone so tall. Not that she could recall anyway. "No, I don't believe we have," she said, watching as he still continued to attempt to be smaller. One gentle flick of her tail and she allowed her voice to flow out again. "You must be mistaken. Though, since we are introducing ourselves - I am Resplendence"

A smirk curled up on her muzzle as she watched the stag. He was highly amusing. How he attempted to not be threatening when he could easily snap bones in half. Her eyes sparkled with a darker intent - an intent that never would have shown up in the real Res. This mare that stood before Diesel was much more primal. She stalked forward, her body swaying gently with each stride as she circled around him once. "It is lovely to meet you," she purred, batting her lashes as she bumped her maw up against his shoulder. She supposed that she should have some fun. But, what kind of fun was the real question. She was stronger than she looked, though the hair being this long did hinder her ability to fight. It was easy to step upon her locks and pin her in place. It bothered her, and she'd have to find some one to braid her locks for her. That would have to be done later, though.

So, with the dark sparkle and amused smirk she allowed one last sentence to float through the air, "Would you like to play?"