Post by mustangbaby10 on Jun 26, 2006 13:36:54 GMT -5
out of the dark mist, a mare walks out, she looks around revieling her dark misterious eyes, Evil filled her, she was in search of a dark stallion, but can't find any that are true darks like her, she flared her nostrals, steam seeping out of them, she pawed the ground digging deeper and deeper, she slowly paced stepping firm but gracefull, leaving imprints in the ground. she whinnied loudly, her voice sounded as sweet as fresh spring grass which every horse like during the year.
