|
Post by kat on Dec 23, 2006 14:26:33 GMT -5
Jacksons Pride slowly haulted. His bannder flew behind him. His long forelock covered his eyes. The bay stud stoped, and let a call ring to the ears of the lead. No reply. No lead.
He reared and let out another call, this one told he was claiming the lands, and all in it. A smirk placed his lips as he se toff for herd members.
|
|