Post by » r a j on Apr 16, 2007 10:22:10 GMT -5
Not to long ago a regal mare laid below a willow tree. The stars poking out from behind the moon giving a solemn gleam held on the mare. As he stomach heaved and my figure began to show she knew I was something no one has ever seen before. When I was born she said the moon and the sun gleamed down on my small figure and watched me with a new found pride. Raj, my mother whispered softly into my pricked harks. My [blue opts having trouble focusing through the night onto her figure. She said that she did not know how she got the name, it just sort of came to her. In my lands of pure mustangs, I was known as a daughter of day and night. As I grew, my coat changed from a palomino color into a red roan coat. Now Ive lived through five winters, everyone worst than the previous. My color is known as my markings in my old lands, but here I resign with no specific markings. Now I have no home and have yet to produce any offspring. As I enter these lands I choose my new path, I choose to live as a neutral, for I never have quite figured out my true destiny.
