A mare of odd coloring stood on a hill, her fairly short mane of pure snow blowing around gracefully like the snow-misted winds of a blizzard, her white body patched with a peculiar dun coloration that was oddly striped with prominent black streaks.
She was beautiful; her eyes were inquisitive and dark chocolate and an aire of serenity surrounded her as she stood on a hill of the grassland; a picture percfect scene. Across her face was a long scar, but still, her beauty was unfettered.
She was beautiful; her eyes were inquisitive and dark chocolate and an aire of serenity surrounded her as she stood on a hill of the grassland; a picture percfect scene. Across her face was a long scar, but still, her beauty was unfettered.