Post by peaches on Jul 28, 2006 19:47:50 GMT -5
Golden blur appeared on the horizon as the femme galloped across the plains. She was obviously headed for the No Horse Lands. She halted, not knowing were to go now. She was on the verge of entering the lands. Her nares flared as she took in the scents, her harks swivled trying to catch sounds, listening for danger. Her sharp eyes scanend the area, again, looking for danger, but looking for something else as well. The golden femme pushed into the terrain, headed for a new life.
She pushed through the barren trrain, eyes catching every disdainful, brown blobs that were rock forms. Sigh was emitted as she pressed in, further, looking for shelter of any kind. She found a pitifull stream and patches of grass growing feebly at the water's cloudy edge. Twas the onle water she ahd foudn as she moved through. She bent down and took a swift drought of the foul tasting water.
She lifted her head nad looked around many mares were here, being claimed by stallions, or just looking for a home. Would anyone take an intrest in her? A femmora named Peaches? she didn't know the answer, all she could do was call, and hope someone would come. If not, she could be a Mustang spinster. She shrugged, that's what her aunt had become isn't it?
She raised up on her two slender stilts, and called. The call drifted over the terrain. She hoped someone would come. But if not the slender, powerful mustang femme would make it on her own as she ahd done for the past five years.
She pushed through the barren trrain, eyes catching every disdainful, brown blobs that were rock forms. Sigh was emitted as she pressed in, further, looking for shelter of any kind. She found a pitifull stream and patches of grass growing feebly at the water's cloudy edge. Twas the onle water she ahd foudn as she moved through. She bent down and took a swift drought of the foul tasting water.
She lifted her head nad looked around many mares were here, being claimed by stallions, or just looking for a home. Would anyone take an intrest in her? A femmora named Peaches? she didn't know the answer, all she could do was call, and hope someone would come. If not, she could be a Mustang spinster. She shrugged, that's what her aunt had become isn't it?
She raised up on her two slender stilts, and called. The call drifted over the terrain. She hoped someone would come. But if not the slender, powerful mustang femme would make it on her own as she ahd done for the past five years.