La Gran Final

[Harley]

MY 3rd and last topic I am going to make with out asking.





Ghost slipped between the thin trees, white tail dragging along behind her gracefully. The essence of youth was painted on her features, and they showed the truth. Her age was no older than 4. It was her second heat. Ghost had never been bred, and never planned on it. She wnt beyond the swamp and to a rocky cliff, gazing down at the bottom that seemed miles away. "I will not be tortured." Ghost said, about to step off.

A hoof impacted with her head, but the pain was not stopped there. Cuts littered her thin body. Blood oozed from her nose and maw, like a sick river. Fear filled her blood shot eyes as her fathers hooves left her battered and bloodied. How did she live? No one really knows, not even Ghost herself.

The mare snapped back to reality when she felt a tug on her tail. Ghost shot around, teeth bared. Just a stud. "What?" She asked.