|%|bruja o' hue o' t' desert sands wanders 'round t' lands, chisel'd crania held high, twin auds flicking back and forth 'top skull, raven pools scanning t' area, watching all t' other equine within t' lands, ebon banner whipping at ebon dipp'd hocks. confusion, yet pride fills she as sandy hued vix'n notices that she now held t' tital as lead femmora, a soft whicker 'mitt'd from her vocals. hath t' old lead dissapear'd and 'twas never to return? a soft snort 'mitts from nares o' she as she-devil tosses dish'd pate, ebon tendrils toss'd 'bout carelessly in t' wind, as a whinny is 'mitt'd t'ward leading brute, onyx optics scanning t' area for he|%|

|%|femme o' hue o' t' desert sands watches onyx brute, indicators prick'd t'ward he 'top chisel'd pate, raven pools set 'pon he, all attention t'ward sable mascu evident. an affectionate nuzzle is plac'd 'pon he, before 'mitting a soft snort, unsure toss o' chisel'd visage given. she did not suppose that she still car'd for t' one dubb'd, "Demon of Hell," for he hath left she. a slight whicker is 'mitt'd from she, before placing an affectionate, but gentle nip 'pon arabic brute's raven shoulder, ebon banner swishing from side to side. 'twas good to be home|%|