Post by showjumper on Nov 13, 2006 15:44:25 GMT -5
The bay mustang fea cantered upon the beatuiful lands. She stopped quickly, dirt flying past her as her hind daggers slid in the dirt below her. She let a wicker escape her lips. She was lonely, and she wanted a mate. This fea was a neutral, so she would go with either side. Her banner and plume flew past her as the wind bid them to dance. Once again she let out a shrill whicker, letting all know that this fea was avaible and looking.