[Rosekitten]

A black draft horse carrying its half turned rider places one heavy hoof down after another keeping its casual stride. The horse bore no armor, just the basic riding gear and it's rider. The rider was a young woman from the looks of it. Though she seemed somewhat lost in the surrounding area as she stayed on her steed.

Colored in blacks and whites as well as splashes of green and floral pinks she was a sight to behind. The rider went by two names... during the wars she was one of the four horsemen of the knights of Chaos. The Famine rider. Yet outside of battle she was the simple Rose knight, a peaceful being who often returned to the fields that were bloodied and barren to try to restore them to their former glory of being lush and green.

She had all but vanished after the last war, the toll of her work weighing heavily on her shoulders. The lives she had taken, the deeds she had done. All of it weighed in her now twisted mind. Lost to her own thoughts as she seemed oblivious to anything around her. Until she noticed the beast she rode stopped... Looking up from her hands she laid eyes on what seemed to be a shelter of sorts... what a odd place for a shelter.

Her pointed ears went back a little as she dismounted from the beast and hesitated staying at its side. Weighing her options as she brushed a few black strands that fell astray from her normally rose pink hair she thought to herself. She could go in... the door seemed welcoming, the aura about this place seemed calm and relaxed. She hesitated still, should she bring her weapon or walk into what very well could be a trap?