The curse that holds us all

Kunama walked
heavily through the storm. A half starved filly may not look like much but she
was a beautiful sight with her silver mane that rippled through the moonlight
like a reflection on water and her majestic cream coat with a dapple of white
splashed through it. She raised her head. This was her life, the curse that
courses through the clouds and into one special filly not granted with powers
of the winds and snow. But of a curse that led her to the life of a loner. The
curse in the clouds and wind. Meet kunama