Post by Azura on Nov 5, 2006 21:13:36 GMT -5
The sun was high on the blue sky when the white mare pranced in. Her head held high, her eyes gazing at her surroundings with a noble dignity, she snorted softly at the boring surroundings. She arched her neck, long tail swishing, to crop the grass that grew at her feet. It was fresh but tasted like dirt and she soon moved on.
Despite her proud stance, she felt lost. She could see other mares, leaving happily or in a defeated way, with tall, proud stallions. They were off to new adventures and homes. Would this place be the same? Would she stand here for days, waiting for a stallion to claim her before she moved on? She pawed the ground nervously and waited.
Despite her proud stance, she felt lost. She could see other mares, leaving happily or in a defeated way, with tall, proud stallions. They were off to new adventures and homes. Would this place be the same? Would she stand here for days, waiting for a stallion to claim her before she moved on? She pawed the ground nervously and waited.
