Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport (kingdoms except tundra and 'zons, sowz :( )

[Emberly]

ashen haired, forest green 
beqanna's make-up qween
marijuana x slaybell

The was no true north. No destination to the endless walk through Beqanna. Emberly simply walks onward with no purpose but to simply blow in on the cool winds of winter. She has no agenda, nor plans to gain one, as she ventures into the field. The threat of autumn alleviates the burden of breeding threats. The stallions would be clear headed enough to approach the emerald mare without much drive from testosterone (though there still was the chance of a force claim) but she takes the chance. Sea green pools examine her temporary holdings with mild interest when a stifled yawn slips from between the ruby lips. Slender limbs move her away from the open tear of sky where fat snowflakes begins to drift drunkenly downward, sticking against the light ash of her mane. Pale eyes flicks upward and her tips turn downward in a slight annoyed frown. Hopefully some one would spot the green mare and extend the invitation of their home. emberly

it's short but i hate intro posts :/ they will get better /crosses heart