They walk along, so careful and slow, and she plays the faithful role of guide the entire way, never once running off to play or to explore some curious thing as other, more rambunctious foals might do.  His little girl's dedication brings forth a deep and proud smile to his dark muzzle, a smile meant only for this precious filly to see.  Her excited questions and the changed scents in the air tell him that they have arrived in the Taiga, and his heart beats a little faster at this realization.  "Yes, dearheart, we're home.  I hope it is all you hoped of.  "  His eyes become clear of the mist that covers them across the Taiga border, and the stallion holds his breath until full sight returns to him.  

Now, now he would finally see his daughter, would see and know the colors that made up her coat, her eyes, her mane and tail.  Being told what color she was was not the same; he was struck wordless at the vision of her come true before him.  She is perfect, a miniscule model of splendor from nose tip to tail in his fatherly eyes, and he would stare for hours if he hadn't snapped himself back to reality.  The small unicorn is clearly surprised at this turn of events (not that he could blame her), and he whickers reassuringly.  "I made a vow to protect this land, Azar, and in return I was granted eyesight within the borders.  Here, it is safe for me to gallop with you, safe to teach you games to play.  And, well, I've got one more surprise for you, if you want to see it.  " The Budyonny waits until he sees agreement from the girl, and then calls forth the transformation, trading hooves for thickly padded paws, thin black fur for a lush sable coating.  Tongue lolling from his mouth in deliberately comical fashion, he sits back upon his hindquarters, watching her reaction.

 

Siberian

The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna