white . horse wrote:{{ I'll just start, and anybody that wants to talk to my horses can reply. }}
Fire snorted, the grass around her muzzle spreading from the blow. She neighed, looking around for some other horses, but not really looking. Maybe she could make some friends here, but that will be hard, despite her disability. She walked slowly, feeling Midnight close to her, about a couple feet away. She started cantering, shaking her mane, throwing up her heels. Her long chestnut tail whipped flies away, her long legs holding up her strong muscles and perfect body size. She walked over to a large tree and scratched her body against it, relieving her. She whinnied happily, closing her eyes over her cloudy blue orbs of eyes. She wished she could be like other horses, being able to see. She wished that she never went to that show, the fire and smoke burning her, inside and out. She is scarred for life now, scared of any heat of fire. She is still strong and brave, and can try to get through her -phobias, for her freinds and the rest of the horses. She always thought she could be a good leader.
Midnight tossed his mane, watching the blind horse pass by him. His pure white coat with little black splotches shone in the sunlight, warming his skin underneath his coat. He whinnied happily, wondering what other horses thought of him, one of the new ones. He walked slowly by the white, painted fence, hanging his head low. He wished he had a friend to talk to, but he can barely talk to other horses. He gets scared and cautious, dropping his hindquarters to the ground like a professional western cutting horse, but more scared and frazzled than confident like the western horse. Then he runs away, making sure that horse could never see him. He then tries to tell himself he will get better, but he never does, since he was a yearling. He sighed and kept walking, listening to his tan hooves click against the hard ground.