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A like zephyr teased the mane of the ebony cloaked mare, canvas of black streaked with small lines of silver, the only testament to her maturing age or the years and battles she’d experienced. Flawless in coloring, save the streaks, the only sign of color was the crescent moon on elegantly sculpted forehead. Horses, within Cascade Mountains or elsewhere, easily could live to be twenty years of age. Some further – with this in mind the femora present was in her prime, as she’d be celebrating her eleventh year soon. She’d birthed few in her lifetime but nursed many and adopted plenty – but foals were the last things on the femora’s mind as sensory glands noted the arrival of two unknowns. Dial turning on slender nape even as thorns swiveled then laid back against her skull. Blunt ivories flashed as lips pulled tightly against incisors. Moving away from the herd and towards the new comers, Moonlight forced her facial expressions to change, while one thorn remained backwards in warning the second flickered forward and around, listening to the two before her as well as keeping tabs on the gathered herd behind. ”Greetings.” Larynx filtering out the word kindly and without threat, though curiosity was evident, it seemed there were few stallions within the good lands, yet here was one. The question though was he new to the mountain range or from the other range, where the evils grazed. Whickering softly to the femora behind him, eyes of crystal blue kept on the brute as dial lowered in welcome and nostrils expelled a puff of air. Waiting their response. Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Crescent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |