Forever alone (Any)

[Aziz]

The stallion lays in the grass, restimg, waiting, finally he gets up and put his hoof down shaking his neck and mane. The breeze carried his mane like a kite, he was like a splodge if paint on green, a proud young splodge of paint, now fresh the stallion rears whinnieng, he rears and bucks letting the energy drain out of him, the stallion then lets out one last loud whinnie and scented the air noticing a horse he hadnyyet seen, she was hidden but could be scented, the stallion lay back down on the grass once more grooming himself.