Dusty's Girl
Filly
Name is Raine, but I will Answer to Dusty's name, he is my horse and We found Dusty!!!!!!
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Post by Dusty's Girl on Jun 19, 2008 10:57:45 GMT -5
A soft humming floated into the terra, a gentle lullaby like a mare would sing to her filly at night. Behind its beautiful sound was an unusually colored mare. Her features were delicate and her body structure that of a Mustang. But her coloring. Oh those markings. White, pure and innocent was her body. On her head, covering her ears was a bonnet of the deepest chestnut. On her sides, two chestnut patches shaped like those of wings of flight. And her legs, delicate and powerful, rose chestnut stockings to her knees and hocks. She was a beauty to behold. But her blue eyes, something was different about them. Moonlight almost poured from them. Her story was difficult, if a bit different. Her tale something unique. Her birth had happened in the dead of night, with the songs of the Nightingale playing as she entered the cold world. Her sire and dam? None could be too sure any more...her life played out among humans at times. Her own mind was incomplete anymore.
Her hooves carried her deeper into the mountainous terrain, her head upright and ears alert. It was the dark of night now, the witching hour and a Nightingale could be heard in the distance. In fact, she could always hear one. And her mother's lullaby. She could always hear that as well. She picked her way slowly along the small deer trail that she had been following, letting a small call flow from her muzzle. Her blue eyes stared into the darkness, the moonlight resting in their icy depths.
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Post by spirit1 on Jul 1, 2008 9:27:40 GMT -5
Rosemont was just on a night run to stretch his bulky muscles when he spotted the mare running along... not a deer track but one of his own tracks he had made earlier before finding Irish Remedy. The huge, still young, golden dun stallion let a loud long inviting call flow from his muzzle toward her. He surly picked up his speed and tempo to that of when he once raced, pushing himself was limitless. As he caught her up they were running at the same speed and it almost turned into a cruise for him before he spoke, "Well ... who might you be ?? this is a dangerous place to be running through at dawn let alone in the cover of night!" said with such a sweet note with very heavy breathing as he was galloping along her side. His blueberry blue eyes looked her squirely as they ran side by side, matching her gallop stride was easy after a while. Soon he ran in front of the enchanting mare than slid to a stop. Catching his breath a little while after, but it was caught quickly, he waited for her.
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