Post by :.Nayru.: on Apr 2, 2006 18:56:07 GMT -5
(*Winter's-won't fit. )
((Anyways I am sorry all my luffilies, but Nayru is finally back!))
Ice-blue ford loped through her lands, petite frame carried easily by long, powerful legs, shaped perfectly, both thin and muscular. Her lovely frame was proportioned perfectly in accordance to these long, slender legs and her face was the perfect mixture of sweet and fierce, softly framed by gently floating wisps of baby blue mane. Her powder blue coat was lush and brushed 'till it shined. All in all, this baby was a picture perfect horse--until you looked at her eyes. Ah yes, normally bright, flashing ice-blue eyes were darkened by worry and looked heavy with much too much weight. The truth of the matter was that the Lady of the Water had been gone long, far too long and in her absence, the herd seemed to have faded, disintegrated, evaporated into the water. Then again, they could just be hiding from her, the stranger who resembled an old Lady, one who vanished one day without warning, leaving her herd to suffer her absence. Hmph. Aware of all of this, Nayru kept her head high, not wanting to appear vunerable. She let a loud, clear whinny pierce through the chilly air and waited, waited for someone, anyone to come.
((Anyways I am sorry all my luffilies, but Nayru is finally back!))
Ice-blue ford loped through her lands, petite frame carried easily by long, powerful legs, shaped perfectly, both thin and muscular. Her lovely frame was proportioned perfectly in accordance to these long, slender legs and her face was the perfect mixture of sweet and fierce, softly framed by gently floating wisps of baby blue mane. Her powder blue coat was lush and brushed 'till it shined. All in all, this baby was a picture perfect horse--until you looked at her eyes. Ah yes, normally bright, flashing ice-blue eyes were darkened by worry and looked heavy with much too much weight. The truth of the matter was that the Lady of the Water had been gone long, far too long and in her absence, the herd seemed to have faded, disintegrated, evaporated into the water. Then again, they could just be hiding from her, the stranger who resembled an old Lady, one who vanished one day without warning, leaving her herd to suffer her absence. Hmph. Aware of all of this, Nayru kept her head high, not wanting to appear vunerable. She let a loud, clear whinny pierce through the chilly air and waited, waited for someone, anyone to come.
