ᑭᗩIᑎTEᗪ ᗰᗩᔕᑫᑌEᖇᗩᗪE
TᕼE ᐯEᒪᐯET ᖇOᔕE
The sound of stallions crying always intrigued Painted Masquerade. Although she'd rather them come to her. Looking down upon the other mares, she could feel jealously already beginning to take root in the bottom of her heart. Looking back at the mare who had joined her, "I'm Painted Masquerade... if you must know" The young sabino paint mare left and walked elegantly down the hill. She had always considered herself as a flirt, but only with the stallions she wanted. There were plenty to choose from. The only thing was, if they chose her.
TᕼE ᐯEᒪᐯET ᖇOᔕE
The sound of stallions crying always intrigued Painted Masquerade. Although she'd rather them come to her. Looking down upon the other mares, she could feel jealously already beginning to take root in the bottom of her heart. Looking back at the mare who had joined her, "I'm Painted Masquerade... if you must know" The young sabino paint mare left and walked elegantly down the hill. She had always considered herself as a flirt, but only with the stallions she wanted. There were plenty to choose from. The only thing was, if they chose her.








