by biyondo basudei. » Tue Mar 13, 2012 11:33 am
Azzlin snickered lowly. She had another plan in mind. Suddenly, the gleaming and strong mare snorted, and slowed, then rammed her side into Rebel's. If she was lucky he would calm, she would fly forwards. If not, she would fight with him untill the other stallion drew her away from him. She knew there was another mare and she sure looked smart. 4 stallions, 2 mares...the mares defeat the stallions. What news around the valley that would be.