The Bandit Princess threw up her head to the sun and the moon and the stars. Basking in thier beauty as she cirled Forest Creek. Her brumby ancestory showed in her nimbleness and grace and power of her step, and her creamy coat shone with beauty and radiance causing her to appear as not just a meer born princess but a heavenly queen.



She survayed the territory with a critical eye, her orbs passing over every single inch of its surface : every grass blade, every petal, every pebble. The smells and the colors pleased her, they were fit for her purpose, and fit for a mare like her.



She raised herself to the skies and let out a challenging cry to any that might dare defy her in claiming this as her own. This would be her hideout. A hideout for a bandit. She is the Bandit Princess.