♥~Believe in Miracles~♥Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
мιƨтʏ wrote:Bar Fifty wrote:Bar Fifty wrote:"I'm fine."Heath said with a small shrug.
Dreamer started to crying."Why is he so mean?"she asked.(WB I don't really feel like RPing :c)
Branna smiled a little, feeling awkward.
"Because he is that other stallion's foal." Twist snorted.
Heather gently punched his arm, "Wanna check up on the dance?" she suggested.
Sugar nuzzled him back.


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