Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, as she rocked back and forth to a mellow croon. A whisper fell from her lips. With her ebony hooves on each ivory shoe, she broke twigs and other branches alike. She stopped walking and the thumps her hooves had bellowed silenced. She stood with weight on her haunches. A slight hum of a majestic bird fluttered past her ear. Drawn to this place, like a a guy and and a beer. The sky had flipped it's switch from light to dark. It was the sunset not to far out. The turning of spring across this place brought a new brilliant luster to many of creatures and things that lurked. Plants unfurled their petals and leaves with a new and replenished splendor in both vigor and color, while the animals sung and scurried around this place. Everything was alive. All the weakness had fled out of her ivory body. She was stunning, this little foreign mare, but she was prone to weak knees or stuttering breaths so she felt no one was gorgeous. Her heart hummed then beat like drums in her chest. She was whole, she was strong and well put together. Her nostrils were slightly flared.

She flicked her wings open. The sun cascading perfectly onto them as they shone. They were a very light tawny color. Gorgeous in every essence. She extended them fully and high. In a moment she swooped them low and she flew out of the tops of the trees a repeated her swooping pattern. She flew below the clouds. She loved looking from the blue heavens. When it rained you would always see her in the sky. She camouflaged well with the gray clouds, but she was there with her cream wings. She tilted forward and plummeted to the tops of the trees now. She flew steadily and tilted back to normal. She glided over the tops of the green and lush thicket. If anyone had told her to come down, stranger, or friend, she would. Trust was what she was made of. She was quick in air and on land. She wasn't the strongest, and was perfect slavery material. The perfect catch for anyone wanting... help.

OOC: Rules For This:
First Come First Serve
If two horses come before I can reply, she goes with the scarier one or is shared.
She is NOT to be set free. (Which means if she is your slave she is yours unless you giver her to another Basin herd member)
Just tell her to come down from the sky! XD
You can use any magic, but you can not mentally retard her, or make her appearance hideous with gashes and such.
Touch her in any way, but she finds horses friendly if they are gentle. (Trick her like that, but you can steal her if ya want!)

S h u l e r          The best lies about me are the ones I told. The golden devil spots her as he traipses leisurely along the edge of the wooded threshold, slinking through the shadows with graceful, languid strides that only stir a whisper of sound as he passes unnoticed. Amber eyes, bright and crafty, surf with disinterest over his surroundings, the endless throng of green that is Birdsong stretches out before him, the soft, frail blades of grass crushed beneath the path of his hooves as they dig into the soft soil. The unicorn stops, enshrouded in solitude of the long, dark specters of the shadows cast by tree limbs above his horned head. He swings his gaze as the winged figure, gray in color like a fleeting summer storm with feathered appendages a cloud-white, glides easily over the tops of the trees. Instinctively he glowers as he watches her, eyes trained on the gentle pull of her wings as they catch the wind beneath their expanse, allowing her to ride the current for as long as it would let her. Unhurried and not particularly bothered to speak to her – for why should he? – he is content to sit and watch in silent rumination of the situation. It was odd for a lone winged cousin to be so far from the confines of the southern lands of the Throat, unless perhaps this was a loner who had chosen to embrace the wilderness of Helovia alone. Many dangers lurked in hiding, despite the apparent peace that lingered over the lands, it would be… unfortunate should something befall such a pretty girl. With wicked wonder he continues to follow the flight of the stranger, thoughts twirling and weaving themselves into something more intricate, more malevolent in nature. It was not often Shuler went out of his way for anyone or anything, but if there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything else, it was to play games. Perhaps there was more to this foreigner than what he perceived, the possibility of discovering some vestiges of vital information were tempting, and if not, than he might as well enjoy toying with her if the opportunity allowed it. His mind made up, the aureate stallion stepped forward from the shadows in which he lingered, golden coat lit up by the sunlight that broke through the edges of the clouds cast against the blue backdrop of the sky. Obsidian tendrils of hair rest loftily against his golden skin, like threads of satin the fall across his face, his dark tail flicking idly against his hocks as he moves through to the clearest part of the thicket, eyes cast upward at the figure that passes over head. “Hello there.” His greeting is amiable, indifferent, and it is hopefully loud enough to catch her attention. He watches her now with what appears to be friendly bemusement, the barbed end of his horn turned upward as he attempts to follow her trail through the air. To any bystander the meeting would seem perfectly normal, surely would seem perfectly personable, and the fact that there was nothing nice at all beneath the surface of his expertly practiced façade would remain unnoticed.