Post by r.andom on Aug 16, 2006 13:58:45 GMT -5
Her small, arrogant head with the large eyes set low in the wide and prominent forehead, for it was the head of an Arabian. Still in the sun the pale mare continued to stand at gaze with only her head moving slowly,and watchfully. She was like a gaint statue. Gaze alert, and shifting from the many figures of the valley to anything beyond. Her wedge-shaped head and small ears pricked forward until they almost came to a point at the tips,where the darkened. The wrench's head was raised high, yet set at an angle, accentuating the high curve at the crest of her long neck. The length of her back,along with her large size,made it apparent to anyone that she was not a pure-blooded Arabian. But from her head and neck, from the well-muscled withers, chest and shoulders, from the unusally long quarter and strong legs, that there was a preponderance of Arabian blood in this well built horse.
From the statue still hault she moved tall and long-limbed into a trot, her banner blowing behind her and her silky soft mane sweeping lightly in the breeze. After a short distance she came to an abrupt stop, gaze still shifting about the valley floor. Nostrils blown out, and dilated, raising her head still higher. She snorted and then gave a loud, sharp blast as she released a haunting chorus of enchanting notes. Vocals calm and smooth, yet were hinted livid coldness.
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