Post by horsespirit on Jun 25, 2009 22:08:07 GMT -5
A dark bay fae walked across a cliff and looked down. That wasn't such a great idea so she backed up a few paces and stopped. She was a four year old half arab, and half morgan. She stood at 16 hh and she liked it. Her dished face turned to the edge of the cliff again. She was here to find a stallion that would take her into his herd. She wanted a stallion to find her to have land though. That way she would have a home land and a stallion that could take care of her. She was a shape shifter, though you have to be around her long enough to see what she can transform into.
The fae looked around. The stallion would also have to be able to live through her masks. Her masks were her many different personalities and she liked to switch them out. She was waiting for a stallion, and would go to his land and side if she decided that he was good enough.
The fae looked around. The stallion would also have to be able to live through her masks. Her masks were her many different personalities and she liked to switch them out. She was waiting for a stallion, and would go to his land and side if she decided that he was good enough.