Post by +Firey Ocean+ on May 25, 2006 12:48:05 GMT -5
Ocean walked into the clearing, the sun beating down on her black coat. There was only one good thing about being a black mare, she had figured out. The blackness allowed her to hide in the shadows. She let out a high pitched neigh, rearing up on her hind legs. Part of her wanted simply to watch a stallion try to claim her, but the bigger part of her was d.amn tired of running, tired of being alone. But just because she was tired, didnt mean she wasnt going to test any stallion who came. There would always be a little evil in her, her past had made sure of that
