Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 21, 2006 22:36:21 GMT -5
The Gentle soft broncos deep moist eyes feel into a gaze upon the scenery. The sagbrush was dusty and the plains looked deerted. The wind swrilled around his broad shoulders as his ears herd the whirlinng sound they made throughout the oxygen. He looked upon the moonlit lake that shone brightly into his deep black eyes. His black painted coat glistend upon the moons beams with exstractive texture. He had a deep dished face with a nicly toned body. His muscles ripped out from his pelt, showing his strength. With a toss of his head he surged into a loping buck, With a couple stride he buckedwith joy, feeling the breezing air beniethe his wingless body. He felt as if he could fly. With revrent actions he slowed to a hault and called out upon the night as he then drank from the dark, glistening pool of water, for it was a reluctant taste to him as he quenched his thrirsty throat. He the sood head high in the oxygen filled air with his black ears pricked into the forrest of trees, crack.....snap....pop He spooked. he got low and his hooves struck out. He pinned his black ears and reared into the dense air. He came down still a little spookish but was calming. He glanced into the woods. Was something coming, answering his scilent call?
