Post by Whispering Wind on Dec 29, 2004 18:28:22 GMT -5
Prophecy was deep asleep, the cold breeze trough the open window playing in her mane. She had no idea of what had happened in the street. "Blood," said the blue mare suddenly, high an clear during her sleep. She could hear the distant whinne as a far away murmuring echo in her dreams ...
Prophecy sat up in her bed, sweat pearls running from her forehead. She knew something had happened. Something horrible. Something with much blood...
Prophecy sat up in her bed, sweat pearls running from her forehead. She knew something had happened. Something horrible. Something with much blood...