Iridescent-
The mare snorted and kept herself out of the herd. Still remaining in the area, she would rest in a humble area, her visionaries clasped closed gently, enjoying the privacy, and the stillness. She would swish her tail carelessly, her scent contrasting a bit more stronger into the atmosphere then it was before. And the mare was just waiting for that time to come whenever she wanted it to be.
Radiation- the flaxen palomino casually wandered around the desolated valleys. Her creamed pendulum wavering as she transitioned in a brisk trot. Her prolonging forelock dangling over her tawny visionaries as she shook her head, clearing away the flies before presenting a soft, sweet nicker.






