The encounter in the field had left her feeling uneasy and her guard was anxiously up. For what? Even Asp was unsure. It was just a feeling in the pit of her stomach and made her swallow just a little bit harder. Probably a good thing that horses can't vomit. She trudged through the early, light snow and the crunching of the dead leaves beneath her feet somehow made her feel more alive. Strange that the death of nature around her could leave her feeling more like herself.
She stopped at a stream, find a thin sheet of ice above the running water beneath it. She pressed her nose against it for a moment, and when it didn't break she snorted. Little had gone the way she planned since she had washed up on the shores--half-drowned, and her memories hazy. Beqanna had given her a rough beginning. Still, the horned mare was used to rough beginnings, middles and ends. There had never been a silver platter. There had never been a silver spoon. Though the details of her past were hazy, the feelings that thinking about it gave her painted a clear enough picture. There was no one to miss her. There was no extension of her lineage to miss. It had always been a lonely life.
A squeal of frustration and a strike at the ice in front of her. The crack in the ice was just one more broken thing added to the list of the odd creature in front of her but from this came the quenching of her thirst. Perhaps the whole world needed to be broken. Only the would it rise up and be what her heart desired. Asp was feeling lost. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. She thinks back to the other night. The aggressive approach of the stallion and mare. The delicateness of the white mare.
And now she was alone. But then a crack in the sparse snow that covered the snow came from behind her. Her head shot up, and the brown eyes narrowed as the appaloosa stallion emerged. She stayed still, her breathing steady but her eyes fixated on him. Her voice was raspy, unused and dulled by time and her own thoughts. "Ouija." A simple recollection of the demon stallion. It seemed that he was not easily thwarted by her razor tongue.
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