Date Posted:11:09:15 09/02/02 Mon Author: Dawn Author Host/IP: 64.228.189.108 Subject: The Light of Dawn
The dawn colored mare entered silently, copper hooves striking the ground with barely a noise. She stopped at the sound of movement nearby whirledm rearing towards the motion, her Arabian culture shining visioucely through and her forehooves raked the air. Yet she landed softly and delicately. She stood tall. The wind blew and whipped her mane round her face, revealing the harsh scars from a cruel past.
