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[Sinexuss]

Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die She doesn't walk, she saunters. She doesn't whisper she bellows. The dainty Falls filly had grown up into something bold and brash. She had seen enough heartache from her mom and fury from her dear old pop that nothing could faze her now. Marked with a sky blue tribal pattern and gifted with a new found strength she didn't let much stand in her way. Her tarnished silver hide with its splashes of white was covered in dirt and leaves made a nest of her hair, she was pretty enough under the grime with a muscular but graceful frame and long legs. It was her expression that had kept others at a distance. A near feral smirk had taken residence on her lips and she wasn't afraid to let people know what little she gave a shit. She was a warrior now. She had only recently been released from the Silver Cove and her father had been quick to leave her behind. It wasn't the first time she had been left in the dust, so shaking it off she takes her own sweet time getting back  home. She was quite young by normal standards but her sharp blue eyes had seen more than any child should and screamed fight me. She waltzes through the meadow like she owns it and takes no consideration for others mingling in the warm summer sun. Who were they to get in her way? Tyrna has no fond memories of the Meadow. This was where father left the first time, and where she followed him into a world of hurt. In fact she was starting to question her judgement in crossing through since all it seemed to do was make her angry when she spots a brief shine of red through the treeline.What the fuck is that? she thinks to herself as she makes her way towards the faint glow, her curiosity momentarily overshadowing the rage bubbling just under the surface. She is shocked to see the color coming from a boy standing alone shining, literally shining, in the sun. With a soft snort Tyrna replaces her grin with one more charismaticjust like momma used to make and approaches the stallion. "Hi there", she says rather loudly as she gets closer, "My name's Tyrna, from the Falls. Can I just say you are stunning to look at?" She smiles warmly at him,oozing charisma. If there was one thing she learned from mom it was to not let people see the darker side if you wanted something, and not much of one for beating around the bush she hopes he stays and talks. He's the most interesting thing I've seen in a long while. Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls