Post by Eye Of The Storm on Jul 13, 2005 8:18:11 GMT -5
Walking quietly through the dense brush she tried to keep herself hidden mostly. She had just come here and due to her horrifying past was a nervous wreck. Watching as mares and stallions came and go she knew she'd never be excepted, she was too ugly it seemed, for any stallion to ever want to know her. Snorting softly she lowered her ebon muzzle, picking off some grasses as the sun shone on her blood bay pelt.
