Post by Sparrow on May 23, 2006 16:57:17 GMT -5
The rain poured down like a thousan daggers stinging her eyes like fire and burning them to the point of screaming. Her own daggers distastefully touched soden ground, mud splattering on her perfect coat. She was glad for the queitness of the day, though is was very dreery and damp. She shrugged it off and trudged onward, ever emrald shining with glass raindrops. Her daggers touched them and they fell off chilling her bones. Her dial was lowred in a downward motion, banner lay limply as it tralied behind her she was tired and she stopped moving not wanting to touch the dirty ground.She gave a low whinny and wtood still letting spray fall on her back and saok her more.
