The sleek frame of a golden beauty came into the terrain. Curiosity is what led her here. She had herd these lands were where many dames and studs came to mate, safe away from intruders, but she would not uphold to such nonsense. She was young, and her body was showing the visible sings to lure a handsome brute to her. Though she did not come here for that reason, her mother had taught her only the best of beasts should even dream to have such a chance with her, and that is exactly what she intended to wait upon, nothing less then at least a stallion of her mothers herd, or one that looked to be of rank.

Her pelt was gold, with all four of her limbs painted in clear alabaster socks and some of her underside against the striking gold of her bodice. She was slender, which made her appear to be tall, though still her ribs were not hidden. She was defiant, a fiery thing that was possibly the only equine able to beat her mother in a full on race, and she could run side by side with her dad and not skip a stride. That she knew, she was the only one able to do. Cerebrum raised as carbon spilled from her flared nares, and the intake of past fluids spilled into her nares she felt the intensity of her own hormones, and the strangeness of it.

Slowly her head would raise and she would cast her glances around as she came to a halt. Whips came to lash across her hide, a seductive sense came over her, her entire body arching and curving, the nature of the land seeping into the natural w.hores bloodline, calling its essence. Easy she may appear, but only if you were indeed a fine enough stag. It was her duty to choose the right one, her mother would not help her choice, it was her own to make and that she hoped, would produce a fine blooded vix one day. She had no intentions for this day really, only that she hoped to be left alone to explore and wonder over the lands a bit.