A Beautiful LIE [Pinto]

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Elusive walked toward the outskirts of the forest. She manuvered carefully trying to avoid the low hanging branches. She stayed within the forest, for she didn't know what was in the nearby meadows. She old leaves crunched underneath her hooves, the sun was just coming up from behind the mountains, so it was still a bit dark out. Elusive smiled as she saw the sun touching the mountain tops. The ground had frost on it and there was a slight chill in the air. Her winter coat was starting to come in nicely, to keep her warm when the winter snow came.

OOC: sorry it's so short I don't have much muse for horses

[pinto]

(No worries, mine seem to shrink after the first one so you've got nothing to worry about,

The frosty winter sky was as blank as the creature's façade. His pools stared coldly across the icy blades of blurred emerald while his flints made crunching noises, the chilly sensation edging along his ankles up to his knees at which his tassel brushed his joints to warm them up now and then. His auds were pointed directly in front of him at the ground as he ambled without distraction across the open stretch of land. His nares dragged in the scents around him. This was not a place he had visited before, yet it seemed to bore him, lull him to sleep, soften his mind into a dull mush as motionless as the cloudy sky.

The mountains blocked the sunlight, so his body was semi-blending with the earth around him, but the air was stiff and seemed to glow. It was closer to the boundaries of trees that his snout was twitched toward an aroma created by another equine; he knew the scent of a mare well. But this Stag was only interested mildly. His frosted hooves stopped as he walked, one suspended in the air under his chest which rose and fell with his breathing. Thin wisps of smoke erupted from his thoroughbred nostrils as he exhaled sharply.

Twisting his skeleton to search for the source of such a small, his pools rested upon the shadow of the mare he had sensed not long ago. "I do not suspect that the wandering ghost will turn up m'lady... you should welcome the sun." his cold, deep tones were mingled with sarcasm and taunting, though not enough to be overly rude. His chasms washed over the shape of the mare. What a coincidence; his first venturing into these lands and he meets a mare. Pinto was still adjusting to being the Beta of Eerie Caverns, under the rule of the mighty Fear of Darkness. But he should focus on this femme, that is... if she wished to reply politely. He would not tolerate aggression... even if it were from a temptress.