[open] skulls and crossbones

[Hexen]

dead men tell no tales

She is farther away from the sea than she likes. The air here stinks of rotten leaves; it's dry, Hexen finds herself deeply missing the salty, humid air of the beach. Sadly, not all beaches have much in the way of grazing, driving horses like her out to find something else to eat. The oddly marked blue roan mare looks over the Field with evident disdain, pursing her lips as she gazes at the scattered individuals dotting the landscape. 


It's better than the alternative, she supposes. Apocalyptic storms and fire had ravaged the shores of her birthplace until there was nothing left to stay for, if one even could. Even the most die hard pirates in the tribe had fled in the face of burning to death. This was, of course, after the earthquakes, and typhoons, and floods.


Hexen's wandering has brought her here. It is, thus far, a very underwhelming place.

H E X E N

ooc: this is garbage I am so sorry. Open to anyone but not Taiga please