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It was midnight. Or thereabouts, judging by the high position of the moon in the sky. It was peeking through the canopy of trees just above the purple and black mare stalking about the forest.

Herja wasn't nocturnal per se, but se certainly preferred to exist at night. Something about the brightness of the sun and the abhorrent sociability of those Soquili she met during the day, instigated a great distaste for the hours between dawn and dusk. Even if they were, possibly, better hours for hunting. She preferred to catch her victims at night, all cozied up for bed time. It meant that she lost the thrill of the chase, but something about destroying a life just when they thought they were safe that made Herja feel particularly warm and fuzzy inside.

Not hunting now, Herja was merely headed towards a nearby river to get a drink. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she certainly was parched. As she neared the water, her blue eyes flickered about, well-adjusted to the night time and making sure there was no immediate threat nearby. Evidently satisfied, she dipped her dark muzzle into the cool water and slowly began to drink.


Mia Lovasz