Her home was strange, different, and she knew: she had felt the changes, and she could hardly say she cared much if at all for them.
Grass spread wild, and the foliage grew densers every year; but this was nothing compared to the growth of the trees. Thick and heavy the misty jungle had grown wild and unchecked: vines and creepers stretching across every surface and grasses so tall and thick that ever between bush and sapling? There was almost nothing but shadow and ambush grounds.
Branches rattled and the winds carried: autumn brought cold and chill but the volcanic area was nearly untouched by this… no frost and no loss of green. Such it was she noted their congregations and their groupings… the stories and rumours; but more importantly? Myrkari had long stalked the changes of leadership and the wild patterns of activity… Magnus, Vulgaris, Leliana.
Blinking her hazel eyes she ignored the sunlight the struck her face as she sauntered around the jungle… lighter built and possibly hot blooded, she moved quickly and with grace- her thick mane and tail guiding behind her and the wild curls allowed to whip around too and fro in the breeze. Her feet, though, did not provide a thudding sound and instead the raptor-like toes stretched and tapped: leathery and birdlike with lengthy, deadly talons.
She ran at one point: bolted and would have crashed into a tree; but her body phased through it.
The birdlike mare continued to move about, clamouring and climbing periodically before leaping downward in a pouncing motion. Stopping finally, she rested near a great fallen tree… moss covered and heavy jungle around her- a creek nearby and her toes uncurled as she stretched.
Lifting a leg and turning her head: she idly scratched behind her ear… Myrkari’s earth colored fur shining and touched with bites of brown.
you have to become equal in every way