Earth, Mist and Gloom [open]

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The morning was cold and chilled as Alkira led her troublesome filly downward into the Moyungal, her coat crawling with foreboding at the frightening landscape. She pressed forward without hesitation, however, for she wanted to throw off the young dark colt that had been trailing them, no, trailing her daughter, all the way from the Brindle Bull. Alkira was young still, and Kinta was her first foal - she was protective and nervous of the young, oddly coloured filly and did not like that such a young and inexperienced colt had taken her fancy. It didn't help that Wirinun had not come searching for them and so Alkira was left without protection in the High Country - something she was not used to and did not enjoy.

Was Wirinun even alive? Alkira was still beautiful, and always would be, for age seemed not to touch her delicate frame, nor her soulful eyes - indeed, there was no indication that she was the mother of Kinta at all, save for her being taller and had grown into herself. She was tall, slender and petite, delicate for a brumby mare and a beautiful storm cloud grey. She was not used to fending for herself - for she was quite a flighty mare and needed the security of a warm stallions body to press against when the time came.. and she had not possessed such a touch since the fire. She was starting to wonder whether she would feel her stallions touch again, or whether the angry flames had claimed his life..

Her fine boned face pinched with distress. She had never been a disloyal mare - she'd only ever been with Wirinun, but times were getting hard for her as she traveled with her rebellious young filly and she was starting to miss the touch of another, even if it were just a kindly mare. Her strength was failing her, and she had traveled to the Moyungal in the hopes of hiding from others, knowing that only a few dared brave the murky depths. A quiet sigh left her as she trotted brisky forward, neat hooves leaving small but definite imprints in the soft dirt - it couldn't be helped, there were no soft snowgrass patches or hard rocks here, only soft earth, mist and gloom.

ooc; Since Wirinun has made no move to claim Alkira, if another stallion wants to hook in he is welcome to