&& i [love] hoe [you] hate [me] ;;

[Tiz ♥xx]

|- Cascade -|
. I'm not [ l a u g h i n g ] at you. |:.
xX| It is your [ p a i n ] I'm laughing at. |Xx

<sup>The young vixen three-beated, trying to find signs of life. Did she enjoy the company other equus? Not much. Especially czars. The masculine know-it-alls who pranced around trying to play with every femmora who entered a piece of landscaping they claimed as 'theirs' and playing with her as if she was their marionette. Well, she had news for the czar who claimed he was the king of these lands. She was not playing Pinocchio with him. She just wanted shelter. Someone to protect her from those pointless force breeders scattered among the lands.

But if he took it the wrong way, she would be gone with the wind that tossed her bi-colored tassels around. She wasn't going to seek shelter from a few stallions just to be raped by one. She also wasn't going to be called one of his vixens. Last time she checked she was her own equus, and you could tell by the bright fire burning her light green eyes that she was going to hold this against anyone who came her way.

An echoing whinny escaped her news printed maw to let thee others of the herd know of her presence. Then she began grazing greedily on the sparse grass.</sup>