Right, so, her mane kind of looks crummy but my hand was starting to hurt by the time I got to it so I might go back and fix it up later. I want to thank Melanie for the great lines that she provided for us all to use. If not for her, my new fursona probably would have remained trapped in my skull until I could get out and get another drawing book, and who knows when that will be. Also, if anyone has a good name for her, it would be great to hear lol, I can't decide on a name.
She walked alone along the barren wasteland she called home, the sun blazing down on her back and a greyish brown smog lifting to fill the already filthy air. She lifted her head, her bright blue eyes full of hope as she looked ahead. Is that a mirage that she sees? There, in the distance! There it was again! Was that civilization that awaited her? There was only one way for her to find out. She kicked into motion then, her heart pounding against her ribs as she broke first into a trot and then a full on gallop as she ran desperately toward what very well could be a mirage.