As a thunder strike lit the night I caught a glimpse of my herd, fleeing the on coming storm, and I whinnied to them but my voice couldn't be heard over the advancing thunderstorm. The night was pitch black again and I stood on the ledge, alert and waiting, for any sound of my herd. As another lightening strike lit up the night I reared up to meet it, not one part of me scared by the thunderous noise or threatening lightening.
I edited this drawing for my new equid Matt and changed a few things in the drawing too.
Sort of based on this song.
Species (c) horsy1050
