H E A R T B R E A K E R

..the arrival of both males was so unexpected, and she somewhat panicked at the sudden emergence. soon after calming her nerves, noting both of their gentle manners and sweet-meaning nature, crown was descended in greetings, before allowing herself to identify the both of them. pores swell, inhaling the odor that emanated from the first stygians frame, this wildfire, before exhaling her own. the same performance was diciduated with the one silver thowra, and for some unknown reason, his appearance had captivated her, but she knew looks werent everything. her mind quarreled, struggling to maneuver a choice that was right; to do something right, but she couldn’t decide, and as time ticked on, it became more difficult. aubern ooids seemed to glitter and shimmer beneath the thin threads of forelock that so unwontedly wavered into her shy vision. few steps were taken in reverse, making the gap between the three of them slightly wider than before; her musles tense with choice. a final decision is came up with, and as it is, thee ivory maiden sought forth to the one wildfire, pallid maw brushing at his cheek with a known softness. pores swell, a final whuff is delivered to the male. he was a fine steed, and if anything ever happened to go wrong during life, if something that she thought would work out seemed to just slip right through her grasp, and her mind fail her, she would surely seek him out once again. but for now, with high hopes that perhaps everything will work out smoothly, her attention is diverted to the rogue thowra. the ghostly silver coat seemed to glow with an unknown light, and witha another polite whuff, achromatic muzzle seeks his out in a shy manner, gently brushing it before returning it to its gentle arched stature, allowing the shoulder-length mane tendrils to cascade and ripple at their own free will. terantuline plumeage vines circumberating menacingly at hocks, swirling into an untameable labyrinth. a final whistle was vociferated to the male whom she had dismissed, but not out of distaste. pinnacles pirhouette a top sculpted pallet in an alert manner, standing square besides the brumby, awaiting her homelands she so unsuringly wanted to greet soon ..