Kitsune

The mare made her way slowly in the wierd terra. She took in the wierd scent through her nostrils. Where was she? Anyone could notice her. Her dunalino coat. She looked so different from anyother horse. She had never met another like her color. Her pitch black coat, but her creamy colored mane and tail. A beautiful sight. Mussle could also be seen in her body structure. Pure power. She called loudly to the owner of the land, hoping for this to end her journey and be her new home.

Winter Skies

Ivory stallion's nares picked up the mare's scent. He was exploring the lands, but was father toward the heart of the land. He turned his dial around and broke out into a slowmoving canter. Daggers dug into the soft earth. His pure white banner flew gracefully on one side of his neck. His plume was held high like a dreamcatcher, catching the wind that entered. Slowly, he entered a forest. The trees were tall and towered over him. Soft snowflakes began to fall in silence. He cantered faster lifting his dial high. The end of the forest came, and the mare was now in sight. He slowed to and easy trot, highstepping. The black and cream blur of the mare became easier to see. As the stallion reached the mare, he halted and whinnied.
"Hello, beautiful fae. What is your calling? I am Winter Skies, king of these lands."
He lifted one hoof and then quietly put it down, awaiting her answer.