What my parents named me:»Sword's Blade
What my friends call me:»Blade
How many Winters I have been through:»5 1/2
I have been bred:»unicorn
I am painted:»form is black, horn is swirled in silver and black, has a small white star planted atop his forehead
I am a:» stallion
:»The stallion then spotted her. A mare, with a pure white pelt, flaxen drapes, chocolate pools, and a crystaline horn. He had never seen such a beautiful mare. His horn stoo atop his poll, shining in the sunlight that looked so close yet so far. Optics couldn't look at any other object 'round him. It seemed as though theyw ere the only beings here. A step is taken towards her and then lobes perk up to hear her words. Shaking his elegent dial he watches her...thos words weren't true..they couldn't be. The last sentence really got him. Blade thought that he was thinking to himself when he said aloud without even realizing he did, That's not true. You're a very beautiful feeme. Then almost a few minutes of standing there he then knew that he said it out loud. Cheeks start to blush but only slightly. Slashing his tail he watches her, seeing what she would do.
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