.::m3? Captivating?::.

[racechick]

Fatina Princesa

Captivating. That's what she was and that's what part of her name meant. Captivating Princess, though it wasn't said like that. It was more like Fatina Princesa. It was sweet on the tongue like honey, both in english and spanish. Arching her burning crimson colored boa, the cherry mare continuing her ambling trot through the forest. Proud oaks, firs, and pines littered the terra, the mare weaving through out them. Small flowers disarrayed the emerald bands of grass, roots twisting and curling at the vixen's hooves. Hazel pools searched the land, harks swiveling atop her attic, nostrils detecting a stallion.

Lanky thoroughbred mare steadily trotted, soon the source of the rank scent came into view. A sturdy buckskin stallion, by the looks of him a thoroughbred as well. A low nicker escaped her velvet kissers, the mare stopping once she was a foot from the stallion. "Hello. My name is Fatina Princesa." She informed him, outstretching her boa so that her muzzle bumped his.

[The Silver Brumby]

OOC: he is cream with a silver mane and tail. not buckskin

He raised his head at the scent of a mare who had entered his lands. He sought her out, knowing that the king of the land should greet all new comers. Silent as the wind he moved through the trees, searching.

Soon he saw her and arching his boa he stepped out to meet her. He heard the name and smiled.

"Greetings Fatina Princesa, I am Thowra, king of the land that you have entered."

He bowed his crown in the usual respect that he had for all mares and horses.

[racechick]

Fatina Princesa

"Nice to meet you Thowra." She replied, dipping her crown slightly to him. She didn't hold the position long, considering she didn't like to take orders, or feel as those she must bow down to a stud. Soldiers swiveled atop her crimson crown, the mare arching her boa. The day was coming to an end, and she knew that she couldn't be out wandering in the night, it just wasn't safe. "Thowra, if you would allow me to, I would like to stay here for the night, knowing that I am safe. . ." She started, her voice trailing as she awaited an answer.

"If that is not an option, then I will leave now." She continued, not wanting to force herself to reside at his terra. If she had it her way, she would even be staying with this brute, any brute for that matter, but what else was she to do? Go back to the meeting meadow, encounter a bunch of d*cks, or stay here. This looked a little more appealing to her right now, but she was sure she would change her mind; I mean if you never change your mind why have one?

Fatina snorted lowly, shaking her boa and cranium, so that her mane swept under her neck and her forelock covered one of her hazel pools. The blaze, that looked as though someone had dropped a glob of chalky paint on her face and let it slide off her nose, glistened a little in the dying rays of the sun. The mare offered the stallion a half hearted smile, then swished her tail impatiently.