okay, so this chappie is kinda like the last one, except time has passed and she is now closer to the lands, and she actually enters them in this chapter.

Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: If I at least had a horse as great as Imi, I'd be happy. But I don't, and I don't own this either. That really sucks.

Moonlight dappled across the land, soft and serene. It struck a forest, a grassland, a mountain range. It filtered across the territories of many. It was beautiful.

But beauty is measured in the eye of the beholder. And this beholder's eyes were...skeptical, to say the least.

Her name was Imi.

The fea blinked once, her shutters closing over dravite voids as she gazed over these lands to which she had come. She let out her breath through flared nares as she caught the scents of many, and her heart quickened inside her alabaster dappled bodice. It had been long since she had been near so many. She lifted her sculpted head, looking back from whence she had come, and shuddered, the skin that was stretched tautly over strong muscles and tendons rippling in her trembling. But this was no time for fear, especially in the face of a new life, one different than the last. Delightfully, wonderfully different...possibly.

With a last toss of her head, she reared slightly, kicking out with her dark hooves before her, almost like a last valiant attempt to rid her of the demons that followed, and then she whirled and galloped down the grey mountainside, easily picking her way over loose stones and cliffs. Her strong silver pillars reached out, longer and longer, her banner floating in the air cast back from her swift departure. Eager to get away, she approached her maximum speed as she flew down the last feet of the kneeling mountainside, and then slowed once upon the grasslands. Her trotting pace slowed even further as she looked about with cool curiosity. A forest on her left was dark and mysterious, and would be easy to flee in. The tall mountains provided refuge from unnamed things beyond, and the grasslands were restful. A stream laughed its way across the downs somewhere nearby. All in all, it was a peaceful place.

It seemed.

With that thought in mind, she proceeded cautiously, harks pricked atop her cranium as she sampled the area for any sign of life. She made no sound as she advanced, her hooves muffled by the grasses, her breathing slow and controlled.

Here, she at last felt no fear, although anxiety was quick to take its place. Everything was better than what she had left. And she was tough. She had had to be, before. The stallions there, eager only for mating and carrying on their pointless lines, had been cruel and she despised them with furious passion. She had openly argued with them, fought some of them even in her desperate attempts to flee, which had only as of late succeeded. Her appearance could fool. Behind the delicate, beautiful exterior, she was fierce. Fast as lightning, deadly as fire. With hooves of flint and ivory teeth that could mean death, if the end was owed to you by this mare, it was inescapable. And she had dealt death, to her shame. And she had been chased away by others because of it.

Her temper always besting her. Tempers of flame mean the end of life.

But she did not seek death in this land. She sought only for a herd's acceptance, nothing more, nothing less. Love, if it even dared exist in her heart, was the last thing on her mind. With a last sigh, she stopped, and went absolutely still. Then she whinnied again, stopping upon a rock that jutted up from the ground, and waited for someone to come. Anyone to come.

And the wind, which fondled her mane and tail, gave a last lonely moan as it observed the broken mare upon the land, before it disappeared in horizons beyond leaving her utterly, desolately alone.

i wonder who will come...send me your suggestions through reviews...