10-02-2017, 02:32 PM
The red and black stallion, with his white forehead shining in the rising moon's light, fretted as his phobia kicked in. He laid down, tried to sleep, but couldn't find a way to make the light come back again.
Of course the light won't come back; I'll be awake all night like this now.. The stallion thought, snorting anxiously. He decided to stand: he could feel like he was somehow safer this way. He could make out the dark shadows a little easier this way.
(Shorttt urghh I'm sorry people)
Of course the light won't come back; I'll be awake all night like this now.. The stallion thought, snorting anxiously. He decided to stand: he could feel like he was somehow safer this way. He could make out the dark shadows a little easier this way.
(Shorttt urghh I'm sorry people)