Anthem The Mare.....

[&Anthem&]

So what if I am light. . . . ?



The crisp air let out a long sigh as the sun appeared from the misty horizon. The cold air gradually faded as the heat warmed the earth of the meadow. Slowly animals could be seen grazing, watching out, listening in the meadow, hoping, praying for a stud to come and rescue them. Suddenly a bird shot out across the valley, squawking loudly. It was black in colour, rough looking, and fairly large. A rumble tumbled through the meadow as a white femma made her presence known.

The four beat plod of the beast, got louder as the mare made her way into the open lands. The other mares seemed to run away in fear as the black brute came to a skidding halt. She snorted loudly, tossing her large dial as her silky mane cascaded down her short, broad neck. Her radars twitched round the land as she went up onto two pistons, kicking at the air. The echo surrounded the nearby lands as the pistons returned to the sturdy ground. The bird swooped down from above and landed effortlessly onto the mare's broad rump.


It doesn't mean I have to live alone. . . .

[&Anthem&]

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[falco]

Dark buckckin harlot heard the plods of the light. She could have heard this one a mile away. Long pistons carry mustang carcass in an effortless four beated motion across the geo. Dream box is heald high on her arched neck. Obsidian threads and whipcord fly in the breeze like black flames. Steel hooves rip open the earth as she goes onward to the light. Mellow brown occulars are now fierce and angry. Maverick had a bad past with lights. Her gait quickened at the thought of it. The anger inside pushed her to go faster.



She reached the moonwashed inamorta. Maverick towered over this stupid light. She didn't know what she would do to her. Maverick was indeed stockier and taller than the light. She had no real athourity over her, but she wasn't going to let it be the other way around. Speak your name! Harsh vocals are emitted, piercing the silence of the desert. The sanded wind was rough and abrasive, just like her. She wanted to rough the mare up, beat the life out ofher and every other light she could find.