Moonsong

I galloped into the prairie, at full speed. My legs stretched out as far as I could get them to go as I raced the wind, pushing through the tall grass without a care. I was wild. Have been for 4 years now. And I was 5. I've encountered little human contact, and would crush any that dared challenge me for my freedom. I liked the taste of it and wouldn't let it go. Not without a good fight. I was bred mostly for stamina, speed, and bloodline, but guess what? I had smarts, too! And was quite beautiful. I slowed down to a halt next to the tree that had slightly shorter grass and looked around. My dial was held high, my mane and tail blew in the wind, showing my usual dominant stance. I then shook my mane and lowered my dial, auds swiveling and nares flaring, keeping alert for any humans-- or preditors.