The sun goes down; the stars come out

COTY

QOTY

"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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The sun goes down; the stars come out

Aziz

Nomad

04-06-2015, 02:50 AM

The pinto gracefully and proudly trotted into the gully, he held his head high and his tail bone high, the stallion then gave a loud whinnie and cantered uphill. Diablo then trotted over to the mare and carefully gave a greeting along with a snort as the stallion backed up and reared up once again showing off, the stallion then galloped off down once more.

The stallion lay down and waited for a new day for atleast half and hour getting up and laying down, once his patience had grew thin he gave a snort as he lowered his head to the grass letting his white mane brush the grass.