Post by darkemotion on Nov 25, 2008 16:52:23 GMT -5
The beautiful, shadow black Frisian mare walked into the unfamiliar territory. Her steps were graceful and light. As she walked, a breeze blew across the valley, making her mane and fetlocks ripple like water. Will I find a stallion to protect me, love me, care for me?, she thought. Pausing, she raised her beautiful, elegant head into the air and made a low, melodic sound that echoed through the valley below. She was calling for a stallion. Let any who came to her have his chance to claim her heart, and if he fails, so be it.