All Faith be cast aside.

[Sindri]

To everyone, she was an outcast, unwanted, un-needed. Distroyed. Her hide covered in scars as she stood on the grounds of the lands. The rain that beat upon her pelt was better then the snow from before. She could feel it settling upon her pelt and falling further, but she didn’t care really. She could sort of ‘see’ from the way the rain fell on things. It created vibrations that allowed her to see small things in small places… sadly no color.
Faith was the meaning of her name. But she would never tell you that. She just went by Fay. Many thought it was a gender based name. Oh how wrong they were. She no longer had faith though, she would rather be left alone, to many had proven her wrong when it came to the fact her eyes… where a transparent blue and sightless.
It didn’t matter she was as beautiful as the mare of beauty. What mattered was she was as blind as a bat so to speak. It didn’t matter how it happened. Many feared it was genetic. But it wasn’t. Her foals would not be cursed the way she was. Sightless of almost everything in life.
Oh how she missed watching the stars twinkle high above the sky. The way when the sun rose, it cast several shades of colors across the sky. She missed the color of the storm, the way lightning flashed up the sky.
But she only regreted, the fact she would never see her mate’s color. If she ever took one, what color her foal would be. Or foals for all she knew.
As she stood her forelock soaked, covering her eyes hiding them from sight but showing that spectacular heart shaped star on her face she waited.
Surely no one would be wandering around on a night where it rained like buckets being kicked over?

[cowgurlup0522]

Hoof prints left their impressions in the rain soaked terrain as the heavy muscled stallion made his way with sure steps toward the falls, his black hooves never faulted. Silvertone was new to these lands, and he was checking everything out that he could possibly see of them. He had plans to one day have a herd of his own, or even just a small band of mares to himself.

He had wandered out of the lands from the far northwest, where he had contact with humans now and then, but it was limited, he was glad. His mother was a mustang, nothing more than a wild unruly piece of nature to a lot of humans, an unwanted pest the needed to be removed. Though luckily, the humans who had captured his mother saw differently, and prized the mustang for their hardiness, stamina, and endurance, and bred his mother to a one of their large quarter horses they used for roping, and thus got a Silvertone, the human's idea of a great tireless ranch horse.

But, that didn't ever sit well with Silver's mother. She tried every opportunity she could to escape the confines of the wild, fighting her damnedest with the humans, when they tried to break her, for riding, or even walking her on a lead. He always watched his mother and how she was with them, then yet he did the same through the fences, watching his father with a saddle strapped to his back, and a human riding him. It always made him wonder, what was the big deal about it. And when the time came he reacted out of his instincts of his mustang blood, and he did nothing but go crazy. He broke the rigging of the saddle that was on him, and busted down fences, running for what seemed like forever. They had rounded him back up, a few days later, and tried again with saddle breaking him, which they were successful this time.

He played as an obedient servant to the humans, dragging calves they roped off of him, and worked cattle till one day he was being but away for the day and saw his mother's carcass laying on the side of the road, waiting to be picked up by the dead wagon to be cut up into dog food. He then decided it was time for him to leave this place, he had every instinct in him to do so, the mustang blood in him was telling him to go break free from here, and go back to his roots. He waited till the human who rode him had him un tacked, and was taking him back to his pen for the night, and that when he made his move to escape, and he made sure that he didn't ever stop running till he crossed the mountains into Vale..

Being here now, he felt safe. His mother had always told him to come here if he ever had the chance to, it being a safe haven for horses, and humans hadn't been there for years. For what he had seen, she was right, it had been a long time since humans were here, old ruins of their structures remained in an area he had wandered through before making it here to the falls. He stopped in his tracks, making a useless effort to rid the water from his dapple gray pelt, only for it to be completely soaked instantly again. He didn't know what he would expect to find here in these lands, and for a while he had thought he was alone here, but seeing a dark figure a ways ahead of him, it made him think again, to not judge so quickly.

The equine's form stuck out, with the rain pelting down on their back. He could make out that the equine was tall, and seemed to have a feminine shape to them, making him think it was a mare, but he knew that wasn't always the case. He cleared his throat, and proceeded with some caution as he started approaching. "Hello there, greetings." he started out in a friendly manner, talking above the sound of the pouring rain. He paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Name's Silvertone. I am new around here." he said. He wasn't close enough yet to make out on of the equine's features, nor the fact she was blind.

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