Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Cinder

[Vantha {in college}]

I'm a little beauty, with an attitude that could put any stud to shame[/i][/color]

Dainty peach colored flints tore into the leaf covered ground of the forested edge of the meadow. A soft snort escaped flared nares as a form moved like a ghost through the tree shadows. The creature's steps where muffled, a soft thump, thump as it moved at a slow jog.
The creature paused in a small clearing, the moon shining down upon her, revealing the creature to be a minx, of fine arabian breeding, polish decent from the crestier neck and finer face than most others along with being more slender than most others. What truly made her stand out was her snowy pelt that glowed beautifully under the moon and stars.
With a snort that caused a cloud of her breath to rush about her face. Her milky banner flicked over matching sides. Dark red roan ears flicked atop her skull. She was an oddity for being a purebred polish arabian. Her coat was considered a red roan extreme sabino, meaning she was basically pure white, except for a bonnet of sorts on her ears. Such a beautiful sight, a beautiful and dangerous sight.
The mare in question stood calmly, letting the moon shine down upon her for a few moments before her muzzle parted and a low whinny was released. The sound obviously belonged to a dark mare.[/size]

Oh darlings I'm not that bad...just don't mar my pristine white pelt you'll be fine, perfectly fine, just be careful, ok?[/i]

[LoveSong]

Mercy heard the call. Perfect he thought. He transitioned into a swift gallop. Lifting his feet high he stopped within 2o feet of the mare and walked forward. He looked at her and could tell she was a dark. Exactly what he wanted. He then studied her body, nicely built. He nickered and said I'm Mercy, You are? He stared into her eye. He was a young but experienced stud. He still needed a lead mare. His name was Justice, but most called him Mercy. But really he gave no one Mercy espiaclly intruders. Or stealers of his mares. He was dark stallion and lived in the desert. He had an Friesian/Arab look to him, well he was one.
The moon glimmered on his shiny black coat. He had a playful look to his eyes. But yet he was serious. He confused a lot of horses, no one could ever understand him.

[Vantha {in college}]

Wow someone did show, and relatively quickly I suppose.

The mare stood calmly, blinking her large orbs calmly, the only other movement was her milky banner flicking over her haunches lazily. Of course with it being winter it seemed that no stallion would be out searching, especially at night, for a new mare.
Not long after those thoughts fled her mind she heard the sounds of an approaching horse. Her dial swung around, harks flicking forward slightly to listen to the stallion.
He stated his name was Mercy and the mare eyed him coolly. A light or neutral? What dark would go by that name? She stood to her full-height, snorting slightly. "Cinder." She said calmly.[/size]

There, a name for a name...let's see how this goes...