Post by pointedflower on Jun 30, 2009 18:01:17 GMT -5
The campfires in the camp burned low producing the brightest light in the prairie as night settled its dark wing over the landscape. Suddenly a scream echoed through the night. A glowing figure appeared on the horizon. It drew closer until it could be made out to be a pale grey horse with fine head and limbs. The eerie colored horse stood her ears flicked forward her stance light footed and prepared to bolt. she pranced forward her mane and tail floating like mist behind her. She picked her way closer and closer to the camp ancient and long buried memories and curiosity drawing her closer.
She swung her fine head back and forth watching the men sleeping on the ground. Suddenly a echoing neigh from the men's horse startled her. She reared up and let out a banshee like wail. realizing what it was she quieted down and stood on tip-toe watching the tents. Carefully she sneaked closer and closer hoping no one would see her.
(both wranglers and horses are aloud)
She swung her fine head back and forth watching the men sleeping on the ground. Suddenly a echoing neigh from the men's horse startled her. She reared up and let out a banshee like wail. realizing what it was she quieted down and stood on tip-toe watching the tents. Carefully she sneaked closer and closer hoping no one would see her.
(both wranglers and horses are aloud)