tribulation

The yearling filly had grown considerably. Now standing sixteen hands high, she looks very much like her Arabian father, Jasper. Tribulation moved elegantly, her long forelock brushed the blaze on her face. It had thinned out with the birth of her newer, sleeker pelt, so it was somewhat of a strip now. Tribulation was becoming just like her mother; fierce, hot-headed, but loving.

Soulbane

Soulbane was now 10 months old and was almost full grown. Right now he was taller in the croup butsoon he would stand 16.1 hands high. The young colt saw trib and ran toward hers at fully speed. He was pure black with a blaze.

tribulation

Tribulation squealled at Soulbane approached, and shook her head. Trotting formally, Tribulation looked at Soulbane. Before, Tribulation didn't show much flirting interest with Soulbane. He was so strong, tall and handsome. Tribulation adored this horse, the one she had originally gotten off to a rocky start with. "Hey, Soul," Tribulation nickered, ears perked, eyes shining.

Soulbane

Soul nickered and began to groom tribulation. Whether or not his mother had won her battle a few months ago didn't matter to him. For he was top colt no matter what and Tribulation was top filly that other colt Vintage was just a normal foal. Hey TribHe spoke.