Post by Memoirs on Jul 15, 2005 15:17:19 GMT -5
A chestnut stallion in his prime entered his harem with a young wounded filly. Walking with her to the forest, or his shelter, he whickered softly. M'lady, I am sorry for rushing you so. I hope you can forgive me. she looked at him painfully, orbs shining. I am overjoyed that you have taken me from that awful place. You are forgiven. She burred gently before reaching the brush and lying down in the soft grass. The day was hot but it wasn't bad under the shade. Putting down her head, she heard the trickling of a stream and looked to her left. Alas, there was a sparkling stream of fresh water. Smiling, she was comfortable for the first time since the day she left home...
Glory watched the filly happily. This is what his sire wanted him to do. Sighing gently, he stood in the shade beside the grulla, scanning the terrain for any intruders.
Glory watched the filly happily. This is what his sire wanted him to do. Sighing gently, he stood in the shade beside the grulla, scanning the terrain for any intruders.