.:It's like a dream:.

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Upon the wet sand stood an emasculant figure, Achromatic in colour, with a dash of onyx dust here and there. Upon her velvetly dripped a cool liquid, which gentaly dripped upon the sand, though quickly dashed by the heating sun, which dried it up, leaving no trace as if nothing was ever there since winters

The vixen tossed her head upwards, tassles hanging off her arched boa as she turned around, pillars digging into the wet sand and long, sleep banner brushing upon her hocks. Her ooids were a deep blue, her nostrials bellowed in and out, mist arosing from them. Auds pinned flat upon her elegant crown. Her sleek, white coat like a gown, shinning enormasly in day.

Its velvetly slightly opened, her banner hiting upon her powerful flanks. A nicker escaped her black tainted velvetines, calling forth a stallion that would claim her

[Silver/Rose/Willow]

Paper thin nares flared, catching the scent of not welcome in this land. Setting forth, ebon bodice travelled through her loves territory, greeting the newcomer coldly. Anger and frustartion had built up, and unfortunately, this mare was about to get it. COming in sight of her, she slowed, glaring.

"lo there, what do you want?"

She said, facing the mare head on.

[|Mystify|]

Nares quivered as the ebon bodice of the fae approuched her.A smirk curved her tainted velvetines as she stopping grazing, audicals melted upon her poll, as if nothing resided there. She let out a snort, mist arrosing, muscles rippling throughout her frame as she too, met the ebon's gaze. She was not frighten at all, for no hair in her great white bodice trembled

"Hmp,I see you aren't a very welcoming horse".
"Don't I get a "Hello". or "Welcome"?


The words curling off her tongue in the same cold way that the other fae has first spoken to her, though sarcasically(sp?)

[Silver/Rose/Willow]

"None from me, no. Maybe from m'lord, but not me."

She hissed quietly. Tassels hung long and low, her bodice trembling some. Not from fear, but anger. Snorting, she shook her head, looking around for Cascade.

[|Mystify|]

"Then leave this up to your Lord".

Mystic hissed gentaly, audicals laid restessly upon her poll, blue oodis narrowing down upon the ebon fae