I Do Believe

Her grazing was seemingly quiet and... surprisingly uneventful, though just because she was finally feeling content out in the pasture, didn't mean she wasn't still on guard. While turning her crown, she caught sight of the pale form coming her way, though she had no idea what he could be. In all her years, she had never come across a being such as him, the only possible explanation she had; a ghost. Though it was far fetched, stories of equines recently passed being seen near their graves, wasn't entirely unheard of, at least in Kamilah's old heard. The mare had never met such a being before, and couldn't help the desire to run away as it flooded her system.

She tried to reason with herself, ghosts cannot harm you, they are not of this plane. Even then, this ghost had no reason to be angry with her, right? Kamilah looked about the grass she had been grazing, wondering if the equine's remains laid somewhere beneath the soil, but even then the earth had healed over, and this ghost would have died long ago. So why was he here then? The mare turned her attention back to the strange creature as he whinnied a greeting to her. She frowned at this; the ghost... is greeting me?

It was unlike anything she had heard of, and the sound was so real, she would have easily thought it to be another living being if it were not for the obvious abnormalities she saw; pale, seemingly glowing coat, and a large, straight horn peering out from his forehead. Her brows pinched together more, and her ears laid back against her crown defensively while she turned to face the strange beast head on. While the mare would normally be more inviting towards a stallion, she was bursting with questions for the seemingly undead male before her. So she blurted out the most demanding question she had. "What manner of beast are you?" Her voice, wary and crisp, boomed across the field as her tail flicked across her flank.