Post by Aniya on Aug 16, 2009 12:57:28 GMT -5
Slinking through the forest her scent would lead the stag to her. Blue pelt shimmering from the falling rain, making her look like a strange entity. Snorting softly to rid her nose of the many mingling scents of the other mares and stallions. The only one she wanted to take into her nares was the musky odor of her beloved Bandit. He might not be the sweetest stallion out there but she couldn't tell, from the moment that he had claimed her he had never been anything but completely honest and sweet to her. Flicking her plume so that her scent would fill the air more calling to him. Standing in a small clearing so that he would find her but only him...no one else.