Bravery's Greatest Challlenge

[¢¾♫ shantel♫ ¢¾]

Faith And Hope Are Great Gifts
But Love Goes on The Top Of
All That.

The vivid image began to linger to the crisp valley when a spirituall mist crept up on her. She looked like a mirage creeping into the realms of realitlty. Slowly the image morfed to a lonley equine ess making its way into the valley. Her Sunkissed pelt gave slight color among the valley. Her Honey gold Locks wrestled in the the envious gales. Her pillars carried her in a mysterious gait. Her Chared eyes carried something... The only questions was, what is it.

Pillars carried her stocky bodice at an even tempo trot then to a joyous canter. She gazed onto the horizon as if she were racing it then she felt the sence of reality nip at her ebonite daggers taking her to an abrupt stop. The thoughts of duty periced at her soul as she watched at the many mares flaunt themselves to other heavy minded brutes. A unamious verdict stretched through her mind.
[I' not obeying my duties for my love is costly.]
A silent whisper let from her velveteens to see if any one would responed to this dasmel in distress. As She waited she gazed at the lush vegatation anjoying the light the brought in this glumy day.
Even though her sight was locked on the world around the thoughts of rejection haunted her thoughts.

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[D.ynamic]

[meep >.< very nice posteh]

[¢¾♫ shantel♫ ¢¾]

Some one please reply *Tears swell eyes*

[Untamed]

The young buck came to the lands for the first time. His mind full of things to expect. And all was what hw thought it was. Mares flaunting what they had to get a land. Claiming they loved there new stallion why the stag took them in as a trophy. Fallowing there stallion while kissing the ground they walked on. It all made Xander sick. He rolled his eyes watching a few stallions give corny presentations of what was so called manners. He looked around for any mare out of the ordinary. One why Had a good head on her neck, someone who he could not yet love, but like. He was a handsome stag that caught many a mare's eye. But he never skipped a thought. Keeping his same steady walk with his head high, but not to high. He wouldn't go after any fake mares. He wanted something real. Something true. And he wouldn't claim a mnare right away. He'd like to invite her to someplace to talk. For he knew that this was the claiming grounds. But he wanted something real. And just being "Claimed" wasn't real.
Soon he'd came across and figure that not only looked like she'd been sent from heaven, but something made him have to go talk to her. So with a swish of his tail he walked toward her. He had no act to put on. Only himself. He bowed in the presence of beauty. 'Ello....Thy name is Xander..... He had not yet "met" her for he did not know her name yet. May I know thy beautiful calling that had been bestowed upon you? HE made sure to give her her personal room....