Lúthien...

[onyxnight]

A soft, warm summer wind blew around the trees, the faint music of a harp mingling with the bubbling of a nearby stream. A buckskin mare trotted in, her lean legs lifting her through the undergrowth. Ferns brushed her tan pelt and her charcoal hooves high stepped silently. Weaving through the trees, she watched for movement, her ebony bow in hand, a thin arrow already knocked into place.

[Alluvia]

A young female dragon was also hunting in the woods. For her size, she could move quite silently among the tops of the trees. She caught the scent of her prey and breathed it in deeply. Ah, centaur.... She hadn't eaten a healthy centaur in a long time...