I feel they’re getting closer,
Their howls are sending chills down my spine,
And time is running out now,
They’re coming down the hills from behind.

The sun is rising,
The screams have gone.
Too many have fallen,
Few still stand tall,
Is this the ending of what we’ve begun?
Will we remember what we’ve done wrong?

When we start killing,
It’s all coming down right now.
From the nightmare we’ve created,
I want to be awakened somehow.
- The Howling by Within Temptation

Vibrant hues stole a glance around the Oasis for a brief second; before they flinted upwards. Bright green pools watched the millions of stars and milky ways that dusted the dark velvet blue sky above - as I was consciously aware that I stood out like a sore thumb. Thick, sable tassles snapped in the dry breeze at the thought, a frown creasing the corners of my charred lips. Despite being titled as "buckskin" I lacked several golden tints to make it such. I was a silvery color instead - shining like the moon itself during the night, and looking like liquid silver underneath the sun during the day.

Black stockings graced each sturdy leg; all of them anoited with a small white sock, except for the front right which had a silver of a white coronet. A thick white snip disrupted my charred maw, be facing the uniformness I had about my appearance. My black curls were somewhat neatly kept, though they were now a bit wild from being alone all these months.

Vibrant green hues flickered down from the stars to glance around my surroundings - black rimmed audials listening for anything within the night. I would always be on my guard, I had the feeling; I'd been falsly accused of killing my own parents by my mad brother. He was now Arch Duke, against the Royal Court's wishes, and was now seeking to eradicate every means of someone else taking his place. He accused me of murdering our parents, forcing me to flee - he had our younger sister, Mary, sent away to be some slave, and then he had our youngest sibling executed. The poor lad was barely a year old and had no idea what was happening...

-FIN?-

Black rimmed audials pivoted backwards, hearing the distant bellow; but I took no heed to it. I'd been here for a while, and met no one - so some stallion announcing his presence like he was something special and mares should fawn all over him wasn't really noticed by me. Brutes who thought they were better than everyone else, no matter their rank or lineage, would always be treated with a cold disrespect from me. I despised equines who acted like so.

Vibrant green hues flickered over to the male, connecting the call to him instantly, which could of easily explained the brief frown on my silvery facade if one knew the complexities of my personality.
A pleasure, Njord. I'm Ivana Chalene," I replied with a cool indifference, yet politely all the same. "Ivana or Iva is just fine."