Post by hoofprints on Jun 24, 2006 11:29:37 GMT -5
Walking along the field, this place was empty. A ebony figure was moving along alone. With one glimpse of her you could tell she was no light mare. Her black body moved with style, her style. There was only a little white on her face and her legs surround by black. She had a fairly stocking body, but an arabian head. On this dished crown were two blue eyes, those mystic blue eyes. One could stare into those and get lost forever. One look into those eyes and the stag had lost his heart to her. She was seeking a stallion, but she wanted power. She might not start with it, but she would work her way up. She wouldn't be happy otherwise. So come and take your chance with her, you never now what with happen.