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11-08-2012, 03:47 PM
His invite rang in her mind. She knew nothing of this place. What if it was a ugly place like where she came from. Dragons Throat. It didn't sound pleasant, but maybe it would be filled with other ones like herself. "What is this place like?" There were various places this Throat place could look like. Perhaps a lake with fog sitting on top of it, or maybe a forest with a few birds singing their songs. The possibilities were almost endless. There were two places she would not go, a cave or a very cold place.
Her orbs focused on his, like a camera focuses on an object. She smiled. He was a pleasant source of the scarce company she ever had. Lately she never spoke to anyone. Was this a quiet part of this vast region named Helovia? She rested her cloven hoof on it's tip. What if the herd members disliked her? With a lead mare background, she would have to 'chill out.'
Her redish-bronze coat stood out like a black crow in a sea of white. Her white scar was one of her best memories. This was her only evidence of a brutal fight to death. A golden stallion with a black mane and tail challenged the young adolescent mare. He regretted it as she walked away leaving him on the floor... dying. Her past was past. She was friendly and have far less fights and spars.
She remembered her herd. Boring. The only thing standing in her way was a little filly named Clovie. A filly with an energetic vibe and a passion for all animals. She would've died coming here. Ray nearly died. She was healthy now though.
Her orbs focused on his, like a camera focuses on an object. She smiled. He was a pleasant source of the scarce company she ever had. Lately she never spoke to anyone. Was this a quiet part of this vast region named Helovia? She rested her cloven hoof on it's tip. What if the herd members disliked her? With a lead mare background, she would have to 'chill out.'
Her redish-bronze coat stood out like a black crow in a sea of white. Her white scar was one of her best memories. This was her only evidence of a brutal fight to death. A golden stallion with a black mane and tail challenged the young adolescent mare. He regretted it as she walked away leaving him on the floor... dying. Her past was past. She was friendly and have far less fights and spars.
She remembered her herd. Boring. The only thing standing in her way was a little filly named Clovie. A filly with an energetic vibe and a passion for all animals. She would've died coming here. Ray nearly died. She was healthy now though.
