Post by kat on Dec 24, 2006 10:40:37 GMT -5
Jackson slowly walked into the lands, calling out for danger first, then steping forwards. His ebony locks hung low as his buckskin pelt lay gleaming in the sun. The stallion only once looked back to see if his mare was there. Had she followed?
Jackson looked over his shoulder once more to see if she had followed.
Jackson looked over his shoulder once more to see if she had followed.