Post by ~.:Satan:.~ on Aug 28, 2009 16:14:54 GMT -5
It's our last chance to share the stage
before we go our separate ways
It's our last chance for us to shine
to bring the music one more time![/b][/center]
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[/color][/center]Who said a pony couldn't be a good mount? Everyone who saw the small horse began to laugh at him. He was a little over thirteen hands! So what? All these bigger horses think they're "better". Zahara would show them wha this little pony could do. He could carry her just fine. Even though Zahara wasn't that tall in the first place.
Skip trotted around the round pen. His black coat shined under the rays of the sun. His long mane whipping at her face. Kissing her cheeks and lips. He could carry her so easily! Ponies were awesome! Sexy and strong. He picked up his feet and whinned proudly. As if to say "Look at me! Everyone just look at me!"
Zahara's lids were shut, her fingers knotted with the small stag's mane. He was a gelding indeed, but that didn't mean he could act like a boy. Besides, his stablemate was Illusion. An Akhal-Teke stallion. Skip was still Zahara's favourite. He was so...funny. The way he acted around mares was like a show on Broadway.
Zahara pulled back on the reins and he moved slowly to a walk. A woman with a paint horse walked by and laughed. Zahara narrowed her eyes but the woman was already gone, still laughing.
Let them laugh! She dismounted her pony and sighed She knelt down and hugged her pony's neck. "They don't know what you're really made of." she whispered
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[/color][/center]POSTING WITH: Open to all! And to all a good post.
POST STATUS: finished
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COMMENTS: It's so short! Oh well. My muse is gone
LISTENING TO: Heartless-Kris Allen[/font]
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