Date Posted:17:08:24 02/12/02 Tue Author: Celinor Subject: *the stallion walks around, his head hanging low*
*he sighs, recounting the events that have occured recently. He halts abruptly, and rolls on the earth to relieve his desire for fun. His coat, caked with layers of mud, is a shade of dark grey. He romps around, nickering and bucking*