{.Hear My Song.} -- Joining Plains

{.Movement.}
{.Motion is halted swiftly and a snort errupts from her lips. Slender limbs pirouette to face the other, nostrils dilating as they take in the new scent of this stallion. She lowers her head as if submitting and whickers, taking a step forward, outstretching her velvetine muzzle. No other had tried to claim her, so she had no choice but to go with him - even though having another here might not have made little difference. Her eyes wandered over him, drinking in his every scratch and scar, every splodge of black and white until finally they come to rest upon his eyes. Her visionaries danced with an untamed fire that are always seeming to say: 'I take no crap'. Motion is suddenly continued at a brisk walk, only halting once she was beside her stud, rubbing shoulder to shoulder.}
{.Thoughts.}
{.Hmm.. wonder what life will be like with this stallion.. If he's like the stallions of my previous land I wont stick around for long.. Not that I will anyways most likely, we'll see.}

{.Description.}
My alias is Nightingale.
I have lived through 3 rotations.
My pelt is of a silver hue.
I am of the fairest phylium.
My heritage is of the brumby kind.
I am loyal to Valhalla.
My rank is of Alpha.
Everything else will be learnt in time.