04-09-2016, 08:43 PM
Fading Skies stood in a meadow, the strong wind lifting her almost blood red mane into the air. Her tail was forced to the side. She had strong sloping shoulders that lead off to high stepping legs.
Seeing other mares her eyes narrowed. She was an unusually violent mare, and it wasn't unusual for her to get into mini battles with other mares.
Her slender ears were angled forwards, and her long muzzle was pointed into the wind, smelling for stallions. She knew it was almost time for her to have her first foal, and the though of being a dominant in a herd excited her.
Seeing other mares her eyes narrowed. She was an unusually violent mare, and it wasn't unusual for her to get into mini battles with other mares.
Her slender ears were angled forwards, and her long muzzle was pointed into the wind, smelling for stallions. She knew it was almost time for her to have her first foal, and the though of being a dominant in a herd excited her.