Welcome

Welcome hadn't been fed or given water in awhile and now the stud was angery. He kicked his 'stall' quickly and hard his hooves were very charp and he was still powerful. He reared up aswell neighing loudly. The stallion had gone crazy and was wildly kicking and trying to hurt the stall.

sincopation

Oh, how this mare wanted to stretch her legs. Her milky blue eye slid in the same direction of her dark eye. She shifted her feet, her black muzzle lifting high. The sin. The sin of envy. That's what was coarsing through her right now. She watched with her seeing eye feisty mares and calm stallions trot and canter around a twenty by sixty arena. The soft hands of the riders on the riens guided the horses round and round. Sincopation felt tremors through her right leg. She had been blinded in her right eye by wild dogs in a pasture. She had then been thrown into a tiny one-horse trailer and tossed around for five hours. Long scars stretched across her eye. Unless you were a moron, you would think this was abuse. Unsightly scars wound up her legs from the dogs, and were given little treatment. Her halter hung off her nose, it being shredded up. She ahd toaught herself to see, though. it was obvious which eye was blind. An upside-down heart marked this eye. her temper flared as the stallion next to her flung his hooves around stupidly. She shook her head angrily. The pure arabian mare turned to the stallion, mauled and healthy eye flashing.
Shut up, and stop flinging your hooves around. It isn't gonna help you one bit.