Post by Evanescence™ on Jan 30, 2007 9:13:42 GMT -5
The ghostly mare carried herself through the stallion barn. She smelt the stallions, oh how good the smell. She let her scent fly all over the barn. The only horse like her was the Horror horse, but she smelt another fae on him and decided not to anger the other femmora. She lifted her tail letting he smells go flying again. Hoping another phantom would take her and love her. She drooped her head and sniffed the ground of the Stud barn and wondered if a stallion would fall in love with her again. She sighed and looked around. Her hoof echoing in the barn as it struck the ground. All at once the anger of dying struck her heart like a arrow. She screamed her battle cry and thought about Moonlight, her beloved foal lost in the fire. The mare mourned for Emily, her beloved human. She was angry, her baby would never live a life, Emily would never fall in love and as for Ivory, well she felt as everyone forgot or is ignoring her. The rage moved through her legs and made them tingle with power. She reared upwards like she did the night of the fire, trying to help Moonlight and Emily out, sacraficing her own soul. Yet she could have made it if she hadn't tryed to help the others get out. She went to heaven, which she deserved..
