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This was amde for becuase I just LOVE her art! And one of my favorite characters of hers is Cay. Be sure to check *zavraan out!

Anyway, I just kind of doodled this, and it turned into Cay and my 'sona' River. Sort of like a 'what-if' thing here. I basically ahd to ou my own personality in River in this one, so that;s what I'd do too if I were in that situation.

ANYWAYS, enjoy the short little story, I had ALOT of un doing this picture, and Cay and all of the other 'Run' characters do not beling to me. Thanks for reading!

Cay slowly walked across the plains, once again alone, feeling the warm, proud sun on his fur. Run was occupied at the time, and Cay was starting to get hungry, so he'd decide to wander away abit to eat some grass in silence.

One thing, though, was that earlier that day, Cay had noticed a different scent in the area, from niether other animals or his former-herd, but just a different horse. He had yet to catch a glimpse of the mysterious horse lurking about. But it was none of his top priorities on his to-do list, so he never made an effort to look.

He was about to bend his head down to eat in silence, when suddenly a strong, familiar scent filled his nostrils. Both of his ears perked forward, but then his left one turned to face behind him. The rest of his head followed accoringly.

Behind him stood a skinny yound mare with rare colors and tall legs. Her yellow mane blew with the wind, shining like silver; her fur was a blue-roan color that Cay had not seen with a blonde mane before. Her eyes were an icy blue, and within them he could see confusion, uncertainty, and utter hopelessness. This made him even more keen to the mare.

'So, someone's finally gotten a good look at me, finally,' Cay thought sarcastically.

The mare studied him a bit longer, then slowly trotted away, then eventually ran at full-speed. Cay watched with interest and cunfusion after her. But he one thing he was certain about her; he'd see this young, skinny mare more than just this once. Like him, she was a ghost, he could tell. But in time, maybe, just maybe, she'd coem from the shadows and speak to him.

Maybe.

Art, River (c) ~Queen-Jacala

Cay, 'Run' story and characters (c) *zavraan

Description
This was amde for becuase I just LOVE her art! And one of my favorite characters of hers is Cay. Be sure to check *zavraan out!

Anyway, I just kind of doodled this, and it turned into Cay and my 'sona' River. Sort of like a 'what-if' thing here. I basically ahd to ou my own personality in River in this one, so that;s what I'd do too if I were in that situation.

ANYWAYS, enjoy the short little story, I had ALOT of un doing this picture, and Cay and all of the other 'Run' characters do not beling to me. Thanks for reading!

Cay slowly walked across the plains, once again alone, feeling the warm, proud sun on his fur. Run was occupied at the time, and Cay was starting to get hungry, so he'd decide to wander away abit to eat some grass in silence.

One thing, though, was that earlier that day, Cay had noticed a different scent in the area, from niether other animals or his former-herd, but just a different horse. He had yet to catch a glimpse of the mysterious horse lurking about. But it was none of his top priorities on his to-do list, so he never made an effort to look.

He was about to bend his head down to eat in silence, when suddenly a strong, familiar scent filled his nostrils. Both of his ears perked forward, but then his left one turned to face behind him. The rest of his head followed accoringly.

Behind him stood a skinny yound mare with rare colors and tall legs. Her yellow mane blew with the wind, shining like silver; her fur was a blue-roan color that Cay had not seen with a blonde mane before. Her eyes were an icy blue, and within them he could see confusion, uncertainty, and utter hopelessness. This made him even more keen to the mare.

'So, someone's finally gotten a good look at me, finally,' Cay thought sarcastically.

The mare studied him a bit longer, then slowly trotted away, then eventually ran at full-speed. Cay watched with interest and cunfusion after her. But he one thing he was certain about her; he'd see this young, skinny mare more than just this once. Like him, she was a ghost, he could tell. But in time, maybe, just maybe, she'd coem from the shadows and speak to him.

Maybe.

Art, River (c) ~Queen-Jacala

Cay, 'Run' story and characters (c) *zavraan