Post by barrelracer3443 on Jun 2, 2008 10:31:13 GMT -5
Black pelt gleamed as the young mare trotted into the Loners Field. She was new to this place, and the smells of many other horses suprised her. She snorted, tosing her head. She stopped, looking around expectantly. Would a stallion come for her? That she could not be certain...So there she waited, beginning to graze. Waiting...