Post by Demon//Wing(Zeb) on Dec 14, 2006 20:35:02 GMT -5
The swift form a femme weaved through the trees of the land, passing through teh sahdows and shafts of light that made it through the dense branches. The form looked almost ghost like, disappearing and then reappearing. Dark spots dotted the snow white pelt, amking th vix seem even more unearthy than she was. No, this was no ghost nor phatom. It was a fae named Fantasma, which literally ment ghost. She was dubbed so when she had lost her herd in a swarm of trees, using this very same trick.
A deep brown eyes and light blue eye forcused on the vally ahead, a place where she and her son could start a new life. Cantering beside her, was what seemed another apparition, a smaller one this time. Dull black coat, still think with baby fur, weaved it ways around, following his dam closely. The only noticable thing about him was the bright white spot on his hindquaters, vivid even in the shadows. He was dubbed Forever Ghost.
The two canter out into the valley and the mare stopped, nares wide as she searched teh area with her nares, auds and orbs. Satified that it was safe, she gave her son a nod and he promtly gave a tiny whinny and bounded off to chase a butterfly. The indecisive femme chuckled and watched her offspring with a gentle look. He ahd seen so much hostility, even in his short 5 moths. It pained her the eefect it was having on him. With a gentle sigh, she lowered her head and nibbled on teh soft blades, lifting her head every so often to watch the bounding colt.
A deep brown eyes and light blue eye forcused on the vally ahead, a place where she and her son could start a new life. Cantering beside her, was what seemed another apparition, a smaller one this time. Dull black coat, still think with baby fur, weaved it ways around, following his dam closely. The only noticable thing about him was the bright white spot on his hindquaters, vivid even in the shadows. He was dubbed Forever Ghost.
The two canter out into the valley and the mare stopped, nares wide as she searched teh area with her nares, auds and orbs. Satified that it was safe, she gave her son a nod and he promtly gave a tiny whinny and bounded off to chase a butterfly. The indecisive femme chuckled and watched her offspring with a gentle look. He ahd seen so much hostility, even in his short 5 moths. It pained her the eefect it was having on him. With a gentle sigh, she lowered her head and nibbled on teh soft blades, lifting her head every so often to watch the bounding colt.
