With the careful grace of the arabian bloodline, the porcelain ess swiftly makes her way into armeniu; the land of claiming. She would never love again, her heart permanantly scarred. Every time those beautiful blue eyes looked into those of a foal's she was reminded of her past. When she was still a foal herself she had been raped and her small, helpless little body was unable to give a successful birth to the baby for it was born premature. Neither did she fall to the dark side in anger for her past nor to the light side to try to cover up her past with fake happiness. She remained with the neutrals, forever and for always.

So, why now did she choose to wander into the claiming lands? Simply because she would allow her name to be added to one of the long lists of un-needed mares said to be under the claim of a stallion; simply to become another's trophy. She could never love, never really show emotion. So go at it, boys, im here for your taking she silently muttered. What they seeked in her they would never find; like a doctor searching for a heart beat unsuccessfully. Oh how she wanted a normal life, oh how she wishes she could forget her past. But nothing and no one could change it and she had learned to except the fact. As a grown mare she could care less whether a stallion raped her again for she would still never love a child like she would have loved her first. Never.

Long, trailing mane cascaded down her neck, whipping backwards with the wind. Such a pity that a beautiful mare as herself was spoiled by her personality. For some odd reason she chose to blame herself for the mishap of her childhood. And this was how she was, unforgetful.