.:BOLD:. -- The Joining Lands

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Date Posted: 14:46:26 03/03/07 Sat
Author: ...xX Regulation Xx... (Breaking All The Rules (Just Joining))
Subject: .:BOLD:.

The blue-roan filly trotted forth to meet the world for the first time. Away from the rules and laws of her Sire's herd she felt so free. Her blue-black tail streamed on the light breeze, and a white mane cascaded around her black- dappled blue shoulders.
At last freedom awaited, and three long years of frustration lay behind her. Her murky dark, blue-brown eyes shone with interest; here were new lands to explore, horses to meet, places to gallop wildly!
She stood quite tall as a result of mixbreeding; her father had been a great black Clydesdale cross, her mother a swift agile dapple-grey arab. The filly that now faced the world was the result. "Regulation" was her name, but nothing was less suited to the wild, strangely coloured, ambitious filly. "BOLD" would of been more suitable. But to any but the two-legs that had inhabited the place she came from she was just known as "The Blue-Black Mare" or "The White-Maned Black Mare", both of which described her perfectly. Around her feet she grew 'feathers', which looked like her fathers, except that they all grew in different colours-one was brown, one white, one black, and one bluish.
As she strode out she felt that normal feeling that a mare recieves when she leaves her homeland to find a mate. A anticipation, excitemaent, and especially impatience.
As she stood a fine delicate hoof struck a mark to the ground, impatience beckoned to her and she neighed, a wild neigh of a free creature seeking a mate, for life or otherwise...

Esprit du cheval

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