Post by corpse.rotten on Dec 11, 2006 18:42:24 GMT -5
Tissing her tiara back the dantee fea pranced into the land, she was here to relax and calm down. Her nostrils were flared, harks perked and her mand and tail flagged in the wind that brushed threw them.
She kept at a steady rythm as if under a spotlight, the sun. It made her peltage shine like the golden gates in heaven.
Nickering loudly to any stallion who was on the land her prance slowley to a walk, her head moved around the land, her ears still perked, and her each step full of caution.
She kept at a steady rythm as if under a spotlight, the sun. It made her peltage shine like the golden gates in heaven.
Nickering loudly to any stallion who was on the land her prance slowley to a walk, her head moved around the land, her ears still perked, and her each step full of caution.
