Post by marelove on Jul 26, 2009 8:10:30 GMT -8
A young,rust colored stallion slowly walked into moonlight.He reared high,hoofs almost touching the moon.Who was he? His name was Flame,nothing special.How he wished to be in a herd,to have a mate,to have foals.He was hardly 5,but longed for a family.And he'd defend them with his life.