°•° The Story °•°

Pale pelt shimmered as she stood in the little shafts of sunlight that found it's way into the dark prison. Hazels gaze to the heavens, praying for some hope to reveal itself to her. As the rays fall below the walls, announcing the start of the suns downfall, she shivers slightly. Hazels dart about the terrain, trying to pick out the shapes of the two brutes, Imotep and Asriel. She thinks she spots them and twists to keep her gaze upon the mere shadows in the darkness. She herself stood out clearly, her isabelo coat glimmering like a star in the seemingly never-ending darkness. As the shadows close in she looses sight of the two gray vegabonds and has to rely upon keen listeners to seaches them out from the other equines of the terrain.