Gahzalah snorted wildly. She eyed the grassy plains before her, as if it would reach out and bite her at any moment. This place reeked of danger to her.

As if she cared.

Ghazalah Lept forward, her pillars striking the ground hard, yet making little sound. She raced through the grass like a deamon wanted to kill her. Her banner flew out behind her, chestnut highlights lighting up in the sun against a midnight background. She skidded to a halt suddenly and dropped her head to graze. Peace settled over the land she occupied, daring someone to disturb it.