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[Looking for Love]

She stood at a square halt. Her medium length ears stood alert atop her short, wide head. She had wide-set, soft, brown eyes that sparkled in the crisp morning. Her delicate, long, flexible neck was attacked to muscled, gentle sloping shoulders. Her withers well defined. She had a compact body with a broad chest, deep girth, and a short back. She had a well sprung rib cage, and powerful loins. Her hindquarters were broad, deep, and heavily muscled with a long gently sloping croup. She had magnificent limbs, each with short cannons, broad, flat, low-set hocks, and beautifully muscled thighs and gaskins, which were of medium length. Her feet were oblong with deep open heels. Her coat gleamed like a polished onyx stone in the last rays of the fading sun. She was able to outrun any equine at a short distance. She cared not whether she was loved nor hated, only for the well-being of her herd. She was a spirited mare, could stand any challenge that came her way. She was not one to start a fight, nor would she back down from one. Her name, Rouge. On powerfully hindquarters she thrust her 15.2h body into the air. She omitted a call that could be herd for miles around. Her onyx man cascading down her neck like a black waterfall. Her forelock coving her left gem. Her daggers pawed at the air, dancing on her hind pillars with the ease and grace of a ballet dancer. She landed with a sharp snort, at the sight of the magnificent stallion that appeared before her. The small emerald hill, upon which she stood, shook as she returned her daggers to the fading emerald carpet. She let out another nicker, a greeting. She tossed her head sending her long mane flying once again. She stood with the sun behind her, a back drop of beauty for the essay. She pawed the ground, and snorted. She was born and breed in the wild, and that is where she planned to die. No human hands had ever been laid upon her shinning midnight coat. She was alone. A feeling that was new to her. She let out a call, daring someone to answer.