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06-19-2013, 06:00 AM
Yuri Table
The small mare gently lifts herself off the soggy, iced ground. Her fetlocks were frozen in ice, her eyelashes were frosted in a thin layer of dainty snow. She to the paint pegasus stallion who had just come out of the deep brush, she looked into his deep, gold eyes. They were lush, and mettalic, as the precious metal itself. She saw his slightly brawny appearance for a regularly sized horse, although he did not tower over her, as most horses she came in contact with did. She looked up at him with her orange amber eyes, and spoke gently.
"Good evening, these lights are jawdropping, aren't they?"
Yuri said in her quiet british voice as she turned the stallion, and looked at is large broad wings, they caught the reflections of the lights, which made them flicker in vibrant colours. For he looked cold, as if he had not been acustomed to the cold, snowy night. The small mare finally noticed the armour chestplate at just sitting on the stallion's large chest. It was a polished silvery metal, with a large ambery orange gemstone in its center, which it lay enshrouded by the frostfall snow. For the stallion's look in his eyes was a look of a warrior, strong and loyal, yet soft and caring towards his people. Why has he come? Yuri thought to herself, as she looked up at the paint stallion, he looked far from home, he looked loke a lone wolf set aloof from the pack.
