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11-20-2012, 06:17 PM
The stag had come with her this far, how far until he got bored and left the fae? Everyone had left her already. She was strong, but social. The stallion showed concern for the filly as she tumbled to the ground. A smile and nod was her satisfying answer. That was all she needed to know. He must have a million questions to ask her, so she wanted him to somehow ask her. What did his voice even sound like?
"Who are you waiting for?" Soft voice left her black maw. "Or what are you waiting for?" The girl couldn't wait. She wanted to see his new home. Wanting to see his life. It seemed less pain surged through his body went the cold wasn't biting. "Does it hurt, Ly?" She liked his horn. She really did. It seemed slightly painful though.
Sand held onto her onyx-pearl coat. Emerald green orbs were happy and excited. Silver jewel was proud and elegant. Black hooves seemed strong and durable. Lynx was a dun stallion. His horn curving over his eye and into his cheek. Then came out of his mouth like an extra fang.. thing.
She thought of her mom momentarily. The white Arabian-Fresian mare had ditched her. Her mom had a black horn that didn't spiral forward. No. Her mom's horn had curved drastically. Like a coil. Slightly separated though. She never saw her dad. No idea what the stag looked like. Did Lynx know his parents? Did they blow him off also?
A pleasant warm ease had a grip on the desert. Comforting. More so than the cold and numbing snow. The sand kissing her tiny onyx hooves. Fluffy mane. Hadn't started growing.. growing.
"Who are you waiting for?" Soft voice left her black maw. "Or what are you waiting for?" The girl couldn't wait. She wanted to see his new home. Wanting to see his life. It seemed less pain surged through his body went the cold wasn't biting. "Does it hurt, Ly?" She liked his horn. She really did. It seemed slightly painful though.
Sand held onto her onyx-pearl coat. Emerald green orbs were happy and excited. Silver jewel was proud and elegant. Black hooves seemed strong and durable. Lynx was a dun stallion. His horn curving over his eye and into his cheek. Then came out of his mouth like an extra fang.. thing.
She thought of her mom momentarily. The white Arabian-Fresian mare had ditched her. Her mom had a black horn that didn't spiral forward. No. Her mom's horn had curved drastically. Like a coil. Slightly separated though. She never saw her dad. No idea what the stag looked like. Did Lynx know his parents? Did they blow him off also?
A pleasant warm ease had a grip on the desert. Comforting. More so than the cold and numbing snow. The sand kissing her tiny onyx hooves. Fluffy mane. Hadn't started growing.. growing.
