| Petrified scilence evaporates, as blazing equine figuro wildly ascends glum hill, loose debris argumentative of her daggers, rattle down.

Petite bod' hurls across prarie, dhashing form glowing in the sunlight, she slows to a raking trot, dials pricked, staring straight ahead of her, halting, she turns this way and that, small sound offends small lobes, and a whirling plunging battle between nothingness is obserbed, weight is thrwon back onto taut hocks, banner pluming o'er muscled flank, pinning dials, white ringed optica swivvel here and theere, wild screams emitted, brassy clarion sound drifting across the flat.

Landing heavily, whirling form stops suddenly, red pitted concaves flutter, for any other scent of another equine here, she seemed to be begging, yet none had come so far... |