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FEATURING: Princess Toadstool Maverick Northerends Pride PRIDE It was a short haul, thank goodness, for the ivory-coated stag. He hadn’t hardly spent the day in the cushy luxury trailer that his owner pulled him in; however, the metal he stood upon was less agreeable but tolerable. It was also a bit tight since it was the time of the season where his head was adorned in a beautiful set of ivory antlers. It made him aware of the ceiling and the sooner he was able to get out of this cramped space, the better. He didn’t make too much of a fuss since he really had no choice. The pale buck sneered in slight contempt, but his attention was drawn when the truck pulled upon a gravelled drive and he stared out from the comfort of his large closed window. His owner had expressed interest in removing him from the stable he used to board at, considering the heathens that resided there. The bucks there had marred his beautiful pelt and he found himself too often brawling with the other bucks

Featuring: Princess Toadstool Featuring: Maverick MAVERICK Sunlight had barely broken through the cracks of the barn door, seeping in buttered rays of sunshine against the concrete. The barn had been warm, despite the chill that had crept into the night air, and the wind had been kept out by the locked door behind her stall. The smokey black fawn had eagerly followed her pale friend into the stables, as the colder weather had begun to sink into her bones even through the tarp she had been wearing. She had allowed Ty to lead her into her stall, though they both obviously were cautious of each other, and had been grateful for the food that he had presented to her. No more of that bland stuff that the truck driver had forced her to eat, and the stall had been cozy enough. However as the dawn broke, the young fawn found herself antsy, where was Aurora? Why hadn’t she come? Had she really abandoned Maverick after all this time? She should have known it was coming, it was something

Featuring: Princess Toadstool Featuring: Maverick PRIN Finally, winter was upon them. The hills were laid in a comforter of pristine white and the air was frigid. Prin had been turned loose in the pasture outfitted in her pale pink blanket. She was giddy and loving the weather even as the cold water crystals clung to her cannons. Her mane was left loose lately; hanging down to almost her knees and her long voluminous tail lifted in the air, but the cream-colored hairs that covered the entirety still dragged atop the snow. Her large almond-shaped ears were tilted forward as she pranced across the field slightly hindered by the height of the snow. Her breath plumed in quickly dissipating clouds of white. She was indeed enjoying the weather, but most importantly she was excited to meet a new fawn. She had overheard her handler, Ty, talking about the arrival of a new fawn today and Princess was eager to get some company in this lonely stable. Prin made her way toward the fence and swung