Date Posted:08:14:24 05/23/08 Fri Author: Dark Magic Subject: Alone
A familiar but stale scent made the stallion snort as the memories came rushing back to him. It was Belle the first mare he loved, and somewhere deep in his mind, he was sure he still did.
Dark Magic snorted, pawed the ground and called for Belle with the loudest neigh he could muster. Would the white mare come?
