06-11-2015, 09:14 AM
 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die Ugh, my head! is the only thought in the silver mare's mind as she gingerly takes to her feet absorbing her surroundings. This last transformation had left her reeling and apparently standing in the middle of the field. Luckily the power of the Falls was suppressing her little problem but the wolf still shone through more often then she would have liked. She starts to walk away when she sees a brown tobiano mare standing next to someone who looked familiar, for what ever reason. After a quick glance over the amazonian her attention was drawn back to the painted mare. Tyrna saw the same determination and brashness that she felt herself in the mare's stance. A kindred spirit was a rare thing to find indeed. She shook out her wild mane, pale and tangled with leaves from her latest romp through the woods. Her coat gleamed a dim gunmetal in the summer sun with a splash of white on her belly and up her legs, sky blue tribal markings twined around each leg. Her eyes a blue to match but with something 'Other' lurking in their depths. She plasters a charismatic grin on her face as she draws closer to the duo, "Hello, the name's Tyrna, from the Falls" Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |