the TRUE AMANTE

[passion]

Fae of mahogany staining gracefully 3-beated into the terra her boa curved so her dial tucked into her chest like a well trained dressage horse she seemed to be dancing across the land. Amante was beautiful everything about her was beautiful from her chocolate coat and onyx tresses, her slender figure and her movements to her attitude. yes she was a light a fair one one not to fight one not to solve things by using force communication is key to her. orbs scanning the grounds she got to the hieghts point lifting her pillars to the blue yonder and let out a cry to be heard for miles it was a call to find a home...and a mate at the age of 3 she yearned for love just like her name Amante meaning Lover she was that. falling back down to the sod she once again scanning the grounds prickables listening for a responce

[Mirage and Sentinial]

There stood a stallion, head up, tail out. He had galloped into here, some way or another. He spotted the mare and immediately trotted up to her. Mare, you have no allience. I could be your leader, you could be my follower. I am Mirage, what are you?