Last Edit: Oct 20, 2011 19:28:41 GMT 12 by FreedomsDawn
A golden mare gallops across the plains, her long silky mane the colour of snow against summer, her lively brown and gold eyes telling a wild and untamed past, her black hooves hardly touching the dusty desert ground. The mare stops sliding to a halt causing her long mane and tail to swirl around her like a cloud, she rears, a palomino silloet against the rising sun of dawn, Freedoms Dawn.
