I'm a 7 year old horse, I'm dark brown with black glances and black hair, and I was named Desporo. My mate is named Nova, she is an 8 1/2 year old horse, and she is light brown with blondeish, brown hair and she is pregnant with a foal. This is our journey, and we plan to live a long life.
As we ran through the trees of the dark forest, and the thunder crashed through the leaves on each little branch, we were heading east to find shelter. Nova tripped over a branch, and fell on her side. Now as she pasted out, I was far ahead of her not knowing that she had fell. I looked behind me and saw that she wasn't there, so I ran back as I could. By the time I found her she was scratched by a few branches, and her left hind leg was cut open. I fell asleep beside her, waiting for her to awake.
When the sun rised, Nova awoke. She seemed to be fine, but she was having birth to the foal. I went to grab her some tree leaves, they were her favourite when she was in pain. I snitched them with my mouth off of the shortest tree I could find, then I galloped back to her and let her eat them. Four hours later she had birth to her foal. It was a male. He was pure white, with little light brown patches all over her body. Her hair was dark brown, and her hooves has some baby foal fuzz on them. Nova and I decided to call her Ghost. A few day later Nova and Ghost got lost, when I went looking for them, they were just drinking from a river down the trails we had made. Across the river we looked, we all saw a pure black horse, with furry hooves. It was a female. She said that her name was Cleo. She was only 3 years old. When Ghost turned 2 they might be able to breed for another foal!
