Post by zephyrgirl on Nov 11, 2010 22:29:47 GMT -6
Tan hooves thundered against the ground as Arabella galloped. Her off-white mane was swept back and her tail stretched proudly out behind her like a flag. Her soft gray nostrils flared gulping in large amounts of air and long, ivory lashes protected her dark eyes from the cold wind that was pressing against her.
Relishing every bit of her freedom, the mare refused to stop. She loved the feeling of flying that a brisk gallop gave her and she tossed up a small buck so as not to slow her speed. Her slender legs drug her Arabian physique along at a break-neck pace as she rounded a corner. Before her was a rock. Effortlessly she leaped over it. It was for this reason she had run away, though there were many obstacles to overcome in the wild. She had the fierce determination of an Arabian. She knew she could conquer all that came her way.
Then she caught the scent. Was it another horse? She slid to a graceful stop, trembling with hopefulness. Was it a stallion? Yes, that is what she needed: a stallion and a herd. Then she could have the assurance of survival she so longed for.
Relishing every bit of her freedom, the mare refused to stop. She loved the feeling of flying that a brisk gallop gave her and she tossed up a small buck so as not to slow her speed. Her slender legs drug her Arabian physique along at a break-neck pace as she rounded a corner. Before her was a rock. Effortlessly she leaped over it. It was for this reason she had run away, though there were many obstacles to overcome in the wild. She had the fierce determination of an Arabian. She knew she could conquer all that came her way.
Then she caught the scent. Was it another horse? She slid to a graceful stop, trembling with hopefulness. Was it a stallion? Yes, that is what she needed: a stallion and a herd. Then she could have the assurance of survival she so longed for.