Forever Frozen

OMG OMG SECOND PLACE FOR MY PRETTY GIRL. Proud on her
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Also her son preformed pretty good, he was chosen to be the 'King'. And when you look at him you know he is royal _
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Horse: Frozen Ivory
Class: Royally Frozen
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“Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.”

Ivory has never been far from home, but she liked adventure. She was exploring herself in ways she had never experienced. Even she, who was once a pure mare, had tasted from the darkness. Something her father had warned her for. But she had never bothered to listen as he was the one who kept her from who she was, deep inside. On the other hand she had the stallion who was taking her to who she really is. The relationship they have is complicated. They both know, but they both deny. Eventhough there had happend something between them in the past, they would not repeat. As if their hearts were both cold and their minds too stubborn.
And now Ivory was here, quoting Shakespeare in her head. As if she was trying to reason with herself. She had done nothing wrong, she tried. Or atleast the thought. Had she tho? Had she really tried or had she been the one who denied him several times? Had she not seen the attemps or the opportunities. It could not be. Ofcourse she had taken opportunities and chances from the stallions, otherwhise she would not have been where she was now.
Her eyes had never looked this cold and with the snow which was already falling into the arena she looked like a blizzard. The mare looked breathtaking. That was for sure, but her 'theme' was actually not a theme. It was something that was now part of her. The snow would often follow her around like foals would follow their mother. The crystal in her mane were ice and would have been melted on any other horse but not Ivory, as she was cold as ice herself.
She showed her gaits like she had learned from her mother and stood proudly at the end. Her tail sweeping behind her. The atmposphere around her was something she liked. She felt confident and comfortable, a combination she had not felt often or at all.

The little ugly duckling she once was had turned into a swann, but whether it would be a white or a black swan has not been known.

“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.”



Well who is the stallion she has been talking about It is like a sneakpeak into the future for how Ivory is going to turn out. Still have to draw the storyline in between ^^

Ivory belongs to me