Post by Nevaeh on Apr 30, 2009 19:07:46 GMT -5
Shabha
Following Your Heart Can lead to Danger
White pillars began to move my little white Arabian pony body forward across the different terrains that were around the land know to every wild horse around as Midnight Acres. Despite my old age and my weakening bones in my legs from mild arthritis, I had managed to make my way to my new home with the stallion I loved Noel. I was also wondering who else would be there. What did Noel say it was called. Oh darn Memory, I wish I could remember. then white air came out of my maw, as I gave a little but quite sigh to myself. As my shook my crown lightly, I felt some type of cold air go passed my body, as if I ghost had walked right passed me, and even bumped into my little pony body. Beautiful jet black orbs looked over the land were still beautiful despite the fact that there was a shortage of food. I hoped that winter would be good one, but I had a feeling deep inside my heart that it mother nature was going to be a pain this year. Thank god that I had visited where my brother’s lived. At least they had lots of food to go around.
Then I noticed that I had made it to where I was going to called my home now, I still could not remember what this land was called. Come on brain get the gears working and make me remember. white auds flicked backwards at the sound leaves dancing in the gentle breeze, I looked around where I was standing, this place looked very beautiful from the outside of the borders. In a way I was very happy that it was the cool fall now. To me most think grays’ came cope with the warmer weather, but you would be wrong, some of us can but most take the heat just as bad as black horses do, that is why you will find most grey horses or other grey animals in the water or under shade. Muscles twitched underneath my ivory painted skin, which in turned made my short muddy colored pillars walked forward stepping over and across the invisible border of the land. As my whitish colored daggers crossed the border of the beautiful land that I called my home, light grey nares opened wide and caught a strong familiar scent that was of course the handsome bay quarter horse stallion that I love and knew him to be called Noel.
Limbs had finally managed to pull my body up onto the mountain side. only if I was a bit younger and did not have that darn arthritis, I would of not been so tired, but like I said to Noel I would always love him, no matter what. Further down locked inside my heart I knew I was getting older and I did not have that long left to live. So I told and promised myself to take everything one step at a time, but to me I still could have lots of fun, and for most the part in me I loved to play, with the rest of my family. Believe it or not my younger brother told me of that I should calm down and not play so much. Brothers will be brothers, but I still love them though.
Then it happened, as something hit me right in my face, I somehow remembered what this land is called, it has a beautiful name Verita Mountain, giving more thought over the name I gave a giggle, thinking that if this land was an animal it would be called rita. My kisser then opened and I let out call for Noel, that I had made it home again. Standing waiting upon the mountain while waiting for the striking bay quarter horse stud, now that my brain gears had began to work, I began to wonder what was going to happen this year. It was very easy for me to tell what time of year it was because all of the trees leaves went from there boring green color, to lovely burnt orange brown yellow color leaves, I have also see all the stallions that are around mares waking up and getting very excited at what was happing. Also the most important fact that I knew that I was in heat right now, which did not help me on my way homeward bound, I let my white banner flick against little flanks.
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Nevvy’s Notes
Horse: Shabha
Muse: Good
Words:746 ;D
Comment: Longest ever post!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you like
[/color]Following Your Heart Can lead to Danger
White pillars began to move my little white Arabian pony body forward across the different terrains that were around the land know to every wild horse around as Midnight Acres. Despite my old age and my weakening bones in my legs from mild arthritis, I had managed to make my way to my new home with the stallion I loved Noel. I was also wondering who else would be there. What did Noel say it was called. Oh darn Memory, I wish I could remember. then white air came out of my maw, as I gave a little but quite sigh to myself. As my shook my crown lightly, I felt some type of cold air go passed my body, as if I ghost had walked right passed me, and even bumped into my little pony body. Beautiful jet black orbs looked over the land were still beautiful despite the fact that there was a shortage of food. I hoped that winter would be good one, but I had a feeling deep inside my heart that it mother nature was going to be a pain this year. Thank god that I had visited where my brother’s lived. At least they had lots of food to go around.
Then I noticed that I had made it to where I was going to called my home now, I still could not remember what this land was called. Come on brain get the gears working and make me remember. white auds flicked backwards at the sound leaves dancing in the gentle breeze, I looked around where I was standing, this place looked very beautiful from the outside of the borders. In a way I was very happy that it was the cool fall now. To me most think grays’ came cope with the warmer weather, but you would be wrong, some of us can but most take the heat just as bad as black horses do, that is why you will find most grey horses or other grey animals in the water or under shade. Muscles twitched underneath my ivory painted skin, which in turned made my short muddy colored pillars walked forward stepping over and across the invisible border of the land. As my whitish colored daggers crossed the border of the beautiful land that I called my home, light grey nares opened wide and caught a strong familiar scent that was of course the handsome bay quarter horse stallion that I love and knew him to be called Noel.
Limbs had finally managed to pull my body up onto the mountain side. only if I was a bit younger and did not have that darn arthritis, I would of not been so tired, but like I said to Noel I would always love him, no matter what. Further down locked inside my heart I knew I was getting older and I did not have that long left to live. So I told and promised myself to take everything one step at a time, but to me I still could have lots of fun, and for most the part in me I loved to play, with the rest of my family. Believe it or not my younger brother told me of that I should calm down and not play so much. Brothers will be brothers, but I still love them though.
Then it happened, as something hit me right in my face, I somehow remembered what this land is called, it has a beautiful name Verita Mountain, giving more thought over the name I gave a giggle, thinking that if this land was an animal it would be called rita. My kisser then opened and I let out call for Noel, that I had made it home again. Standing waiting upon the mountain while waiting for the striking bay quarter horse stud, now that my brain gears had began to work, I began to wonder what was going to happen this year. It was very easy for me to tell what time of year it was because all of the trees leaves went from there boring green color, to lovely burnt orange brown yellow color leaves, I have also see all the stallions that are around mares waking up and getting very excited at what was happing. Also the most important fact that I knew that I was in heat right now, which did not help me on my way homeward bound, I let my white banner flick against little flanks.
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Nevvy’s Notes
Horse: Shabha
Muse: Good
Words:746 ;D
Comment: Longest ever post!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you like
