09-02-2016, 12:30 PM
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The ebony mare doesn't remember falling asleep, she doesn't remember ending the conversation with her new 'stallion' all she knows is she is awake, and Beqanna is not the same. She is not in Gemstone Ridge, she is not in the Dale she is by a mountain? What is this place! Its to weird to understand, she had so many questions but she couldn't find anyone familiar.
She frantically ran through the empty mountain, she could hear the chatter of others. The equines were starting to gather! Why did the Faeries do this? Was this punishment? Zaravich was so confused but she pressed forward, until she ran into him. The stallion who she now 'belonged' to. She gave a snort, she did not want to trust him but.....she had no one else to trust.
She slowly moved towards him, still filled with anger but she was relieved to see a familiar face. <b> Where are the others? </b> she asked as she approached, it was surely a stupid question but she was only good at small talk for the time being.
</p></div><div class="extraspecial">Zaravich</div><div class="zaralines">the tiny dancer</div></div></center>
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She frantically ran through the empty mountain, she could hear the chatter of others. The equines were starting to gather! Why did the Faeries do this? Was this punishment? Zaravich was so confused but she pressed forward, until she ran into him. The stallion who she now 'belonged' to. She gave a snort, she did not want to trust him but.....she had no one else to trust.
She slowly moved towards him, still filled with anger but she was relieved to see a familiar face. <b> Where are the others? </b> she asked as she approached, it was surely a stupid question but she was only good at small talk for the time being.
</p></div><div class="extraspecial">Zaravich</div><div class="zaralines">the tiny dancer</div></div></center>