04-09-2016, 09:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-09-2016, 09:09 PM by Fading Skies.)
At the sudden approach of a stallion the red mare straightened out her back legs. "Chance." She said smoothly. "And hello Arthas. I'm Fading Skies. But the few horses I like call me Fade." She whinnied, her voice sweet and low.
Her hazy brown eyes looked over the stallion, looking over his prominent withers. To her he was very masculine, and had a well formed build.