Post by capri on Aug 9, 2010 19:03:32 GMT -6
Fanta trotted to a far corner of the claiming grounds, she didnt want to be around any forcers, they werent even supposed to be in the claiming grounds. Her dappled buckskin and white pelt shawn in the golden sun as she passed through the grass in search for a stallion. She was new to being in any place but her herd, but she knew that she was ready to leave in search of a new herd and life.