Post by SpotLover on Mar 19, 2011 13:34:30 GMT -6
Foxx danced into the into her long-needed lands, her dark eyes scanning the area for a brute worthy of her time. She was not like normal mares, no, not at all. She had a dark heart, hating all. There was nothing that mattered to her, nothing was important except herself.
She knew the was in the right place, it was dark and musty, not a place normal horses would go. It was home to her, something she loved. Bones scattered the area of dead horses. A smirk covered her Arabian teacup muzzle, evil flowed through her viens.
She nickered sweetly, trying to catch the attention of the lead stallion of the rebels, knowing that she sounded innocent, yet she was nothing close to innocent. He would sence her vunerability and get there as soon as he could, something she had tricked stallions into numerous times.