Post by Rosier on May 13, 2006 13:11:40 GMT -5
The mare was snowy in color, tinged with the iceiest blue on the tips of her pelt. Her tresses shown the same ivory, and her gentle pools were palest color of ice.
She stepped gently, wings no more than a whisper at her side, and then stood, waiting, ducking her head to nip a few jaded blades out of nervousness. Pawing the ground, she lifted her box and let out a soft whinny, calling to any who would bother with a single femme.
She stepped gently, wings no more than a whisper at her side, and then stood, waiting, ducking her head to nip a few jaded blades out of nervousness. Pawing the ground, she lifted her box and let out a soft whinny, calling to any who would bother with a single femme.
