To Hell And Back

[Arwen]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=040903] It had been at least two years since the spotted fae had been seen in these lands. Her strong legs carried her to the top of the peak that arose over the valley, the feathers about her feet billowing in the wind with each graceful step. Her movements were so fluid it was as if she was dancing. The mares coat was a stark white save for the round, onyx hued splotches dotting it. Her tassels hung over her neck in long ivory waves, banner blowing in the breeze. Time had changed the females appearance, she was a gangley filly no more. Instead she stood at a whopping draft horse size, with a quiet elegance. Sienna. The drop below her daggers loomed up as she began the careful descent towards bottom. As the flat land neared her powerful hindquarters launched the large fae into a gallop, long tassels billowing out behind her like a warning flag. In her younger days Sienna was excitable and social, but a couple years of being screwed over can change a horse drastically. The mare was very...weary of who she spoke with. A single wrong vibe from a fellow equine and the fae would simply walk off without so much as a word otherwise. Serves them right. The place smelled of old horses, but there was no new scent, or signs of living equines inhabiting this place. It saddened her slightly to see such a lovely place abandoned. Sienna stood for a few minutes, taking it all in.