| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast
prissy |
@[Descaro]
 | | I can hear your cries of p a i n
She was almost a yearling, her body was developing beautifully. Her muscles were beginning to show, and her legs had been carved to be sleek and feminine yet strong. Her face was only slightly dished, and her eyes were a beautiful emerald green. Her eyes told those around her what she felt, and her dark lips, placed perfectly below her nostrils, spoke words. Her horn, her crown, stood perfectly from between her brows, as though the gods themselves helped to create her and place the crown in its place. Her back was dipped perfectly, and her rump was rounded and strong. Her hind legs showed muscle, muscle that would one day help defend her and her home.
She was growing into a beautiful mare, her full height and weight were still not achieved. Her dark mane was silky and long, her eyes glimmering as she trotted through the Basin, her hooves gently crunching onto the snow laden earth. The fae kept her pace lengthy, her legs stretching out in a graceful strut. Her tail swept on behind her, and her eyes seemed to glow as she moved. She shook her mane, snow falling from it. Her forelock split in two, going around her horn and then rejoining, although one half covered her eyes.
On this day, she was curious as to what her father was doing. She had not spoken to him in a while, the way she was always admiring the Basin and exploring. Surprisingly, she hadn't run into him at all. Ever since that day when she was young, she had barely spoken to him. Sure, she caught small glances of him every once and a while, but they never spoke. She wanted to change that, she wanted to learn from him. Learn the ways of a warrior, of a soldier. That is what fathers do, no? She wasn't sure, but she hoped that's what normal fathers do, teach their children the ways of the rough and tough. She gently nickered, her eyes wandering through the Basin, hoping to spot her father. When she was unsuccessful she nickered, calling him to her.
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