| Well I've been saved by the grace of southern charm, I got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card |
Dancing through the borders of Beqanna, the faerie arrives in a cloud of cheerful bubbly effervescence. Long slender legs move in a dazzling trot beneath a curvaceous snow hued body, mane and tail floating like silken white tapestries from her arched neck and tail head. The only mar to her pristine white perfection was the darkened muzzle, a leftover from her true color of bay roan. She knew she was pretty, and sometimes she used that to her advantage. A girl's gotta use what's at her disposal, right? Her parents had gifted her with the beauty of both of their lineages. Her father had been an Arabian, so from him she got the dainty dished head and cupped ears, along with the proud way she carried her tail. From her mother's Andalusian heritage she'd inherited the beautifully curved baroque neck and a little more size than your average Arabian possessed. Her body was a curvaceous mix of the two types, delicateness and heavy muscle vying for attention upon a coat the color of the cumulus clouds in the sky. Mincing steps draw her through the fresh green grass, tail flagged over her back in typical fashion, she was a proud creature. Dark eyes glanced around the field she stood in, taking note of all the others here who seemed to be looking for homes. So at least she'd wandered into the right place if she was going to go home with someone. Picking a spot on a small rise to show off her beauty in the dappled sunlight, Illusen lowered her head to the grass. Lipping daintily at the verdant spears, she kept a watchful eye and ear out for prospective suitors. Surely someone here would want to take the ivory faerie home with them and make her their own. |
| Mare 4 Hispano-Arabe 15.3 hands Gray (bay roan based)(Ee/Aa/Rr/Gg) No King, home or young Sael |
| Well I'll keep drinkin' and you'll keep gettin' skinnier, I'm just like you, only prettier |
| Illusen |