Post by Datura on May 27, 2012 20:02:28 GMT -5
Gameela trotted thorugh the trees, taking pleasure in the warmth of the recently arrived spring. She swished her tail as she went thorugh the trees, spreading her intoxicating scent. She stopped in a small clearing. This would be perfect. Gameela neighed, to see if any stallion in the vicinity would take her. She hoped the stallion who would surely come would take her home; not just breed her and leave. Gameela began to graze, still slightly swishing her tail- partly to spread her scent and also to get the flies off her dark bay coat. She hoped the stallion would be tall and muscular. And hopefully arabian. Yes, definitly. The stud had to be arabian. She wouldnt breed to any lowley half-breed of impure blood lines. Gameela shuddered at the thought. Ugh, her giving birth to a half-breed? Probably one of a split coat? No way!
