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11-07-2012, 08:58 PM
Daylozh slowed her brisk pace down to a slow trot. Her hooves flinging bits of snow and sand in the mid-day air. The Saddlebredess stopped. She had ran a far distance away from her other small herd. Death and sorrow seemed to find her around every corner she turned.
This land was different. It was beautiful, and it seemed to make her calmer, and feel safer. The chestnut pelted horse began to walk on. Will she find a herd? Will she make a friend? These thoughts seemed to be pushed out of her mind, and replaced with the dreadful thoughts of her past. The sorrow for herself had made her grow cold-hearted and rude towards other horses. Never again would she trust anyone so easily.
As Daylozh walked deeper into the desert that was covered in frost and ice, she began to feel a little unsure of this land. Her strong, slender legs were lifted high with each step, and when let down, they made a loud crash. Her amber eyes scanned the terrain. All she saw was fluffy whiteness.
The flurries of snow began to swirl in the air making it nearly impossible for Daylozh to see. As the equiness exhaled, a small funnel of clouds seemed to wrap around her snout as her warm breath escaped into the cold air.
This land was different. It was beautiful, and it seemed to make her calmer, and feel safer. The chestnut pelted horse began to walk on. Will she find a herd? Will she make a friend? These thoughts seemed to be pushed out of her mind, and replaced with the dreadful thoughts of her past. The sorrow for herself had made her grow cold-hearted and rude towards other horses. Never again would she trust anyone so easily.
As Daylozh walked deeper into the desert that was covered in frost and ice, she began to feel a little unsure of this land. Her strong, slender legs were lifted high with each step, and when let down, they made a loud crash. Her amber eyes scanned the terrain. All she saw was fluffy whiteness.
The flurries of snow began to swirl in the air making it nearly impossible for Daylozh to see. As the equiness exhaled, a small funnel of clouds seemed to wrap around her snout as her warm breath escaped into the cold air.
