On the horizon a small white speck is visible, it moves pretty fast, about the pace of a canter. It moves closer and closer until you can define it as equine. The ivory mare continues to move forth, sweat slowly trickling down her elegant neck. Eventually limbs slow down, moving at about a trot. Once well within the confines of the territory, the damsel comes to a halt. Finely chiselled crania is thrown about, orbs scanning for any sign of life. The land, it seemed to be barron, not a sign of life to be seen for miles. She was considering living here, but not unless there were others. Harmonious combination of notes rpotrude through parted lips, she was trying to attract attentiojn to herself.




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archangel.
6
damsel.
arabian.
ivory
14.3