Indycis Invidia sees eternal winter, everything being drowned out by a blinding snowfall. Dugouts in the snow are the only way of protection, and even then they are small and cramped. Food is hard to come by, but you will dig if you are truly hungry then, won’t you? The Indycis Lake, north of the main dugout, is oddly always warm, as if it were a spring of some sort. The water takes on an orange-ish red tint, almost like blood, but it’s safe to drink. Most will wade into it to get warmed up from the aching cold.

The Moorlands are a place of death and sickness. Heavy marshes and swamps are excellent incubators for bacteria and mosquitoes, and murky pools house shadow monsters. Cypress trees yield large thickets and coves, perfect for shelter against the driving rain. You need to be on the alert almost always, as the land holds carnivorous monsters and beasts within its tangles and miles of swampland. It is dangerous for any mare or foal, as one minor mistake could cost their lives. Whatever you do, don’t go swimming. The water is too deep and you cannot see past your own feet, making you an easy target for alligators lurking beneath the surface.

Danennaia, in her time, was a very lovely young mare who attracted the attention of many young brutes. Her only lover was slaughtered in an ambushed attack, out of pure jealousy from the other rivals. In return she flung herself off of the top of a steep mountain. Below that mountain, one might allegedly hear her spirit’s agonized crying as she spiraled down to her death. All around are sharp ridges, with paths winding up and down the mountainside. A seemingly forever waterfall drops down into a small pool, and behind this waterfall is a cave, where Danennaia and her lover would meet. After her death, the land became known as Danennaia’s Undermine, and no one has bothered to claim it since.

These lands are hot and sandy, but they are unclaimed. Puzzles of trees block your way, but the persistent will continue on and from there they will reach a sandy bay. Looking over the bay is a cliff, which branches off into two sides so all you have to do is walk down the sand slopes and reach the water. The cliff has arches in the middle, as walkways when you’re down on the sand. This continues down and around, all throughout the sandbars and shells, until the water breaks off into pure sand and pure sand breaks off into grass. The only shelter from the glaring sun is trees, or underneath the cliff’s ledges.

Lithysana had been a gorgeous white maiden; and she’d found herself in love with a black devil. She had had children; but she drowned them all, because he did not want children and she wanted to do anything to please him. But he left her. She, wailing and calling for her children, drowned herself. The lagoon in which she drowned herself turned black after her death, possibly for the sin that she had committed, and is to this day. It is safe to drink, but one will taste the sweet tang of blood when they drink the water.

The Necropolis is a sad territory, even for darks. Thousands of dead horses lie here, unknown or beloved to someone, and none got granted a full life. Newborn foals have died here. War took a toll on the numbers, and now the land is known as the City of the Dead. Many have claimed to hear, or speak with, the countless dead, but few have confirmed it.