her light arabic frame is barely noticiable from her posisition near the thick shadows. attentive auds stand alert, gaze scanning over the terrain, and the inhabitants. with a confident step her brilliant ivory bodice is visible, neck arched, muscles taught, ready to fight if needed. her detested bright pelt is contrasted with deep mahogony pools, black plush, black soul. evil poured hoove to crown, despite her cheery looks. the belle was currsed, unable to blend into the dark surroundings she called home. shaking off her fear of new places, a quick beat is picked up, sleek pillars carry the mare t'wards the thick sands of the northern shores.


help me decipher the riddle of my world.