7/18/2025, 8:12 PM
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Some princesses don't become queens
3-1-3 OC
3-1-3 OC
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The blonde was quiet, her ears twitching and rotating at every little noise. Hooves stepping lightly on the tall grass that was a surprising color for the cold climate just nearby. Fantasia's limbs held her tall, a sore thumb against the dark grass and yet she didn't seem to care, her head was held high as if it had a purpose being so high up.
Briefly she inhaled to smell, taking the scent of wolves in and looking in the direction it came from. Her eyes narrowed a little, ears flicking backwards and even with the threat of wolves, her hooves could protect her. So, the equine dipped her head down and grazed the grass, upper lip twitching as a bug landed on it, simply huffing and letting it be. It was a small grasshopper, that couldn't do any harm besides maybe a little itch.
Fantasia was silent besides her once in a while huffs, tail flicking away flies and any bees that got a little too close for comfort.