(EXPERIANCED POST) Let all my memories go to use before i die...

Ghostly

The wind blew cold. The trees rustled as the cold wind blew by them. Mist filled the air, making everything disappear beneath its fog of death. Hoof beats echoed all around, making the gorund shake. The hoof beats got closer and closer. A huge figure was walking through the dark mist area. The figure was a huge stallion. His shape was shaped evenly, fine and prefect. His muscles moved prefectly under his coat. The stallion was of course named Ghostly, of its ghostly form and color. It's dark white form stood out into the mist. He stoped at a tall rock, that lurked out from the depths of dispear of the mist, he stood tall and brave. Making no sudden movements. Only his tail andmane waved alittle with the wind. The cold breeze made his blood run blue. He looked around th emist covered area. Seeing nothing from the heat of the mist that rose up and up more as it went on throught he meadow, that once used to be full of beautiful flowers and a crystal blue lake that ran through the forest. But that all disappeared when all the hroses that used to live here diedof dease. The only stallion that survived was Ghostly.
Ghostly closed his eyes. Letting all his energy go into the earth. He stoof there for awhile. Letting his sences take place. He did this to make sure no danger was coming toward him, or another horse that would attack from bhidn or front of him. Since he couldnt see through this fog he let his hooves guide him through the dangers of the fog of death.
After that Ghostly trolted down from where he stood, and stood beside a tree. Letting the cold breeze hit his belt. It was foggy, and muggy where he stood. But he was used to it. He closed his eyes, but hsi ears alert to anything that would sink up on him. He IS taller then most stallions. He stnads 18.7 hands tall. Weighing over 1,000 pounds. He will not give warning before he attacks. You'll just have to defend youself against him. Which is impossible to defeat him...

(Pic of Ghostly. And if your gonna reply here. Plz read cuz some people dont. But plz reply with 5 paragraphs...)

-BUMP!-

Ghostly knew there waas a presence amoung him., before the scent flowed to his nostrils. He soon searched the scent of its gender. A mare! He turned his head alittle to the side. Only to see how beautiful she was on the coner of his eyes. HE snroted and pawed the gorund. He had not spoke to another horse for the past 4 years of his life. He snorted and let the wind pound against his cest. He sighed and said " Your presence is welcome here ma'am. I am known as Ghostly." He said in a deep, voice. His voice was handsome then moststallions, he had that spark in his voice making his see like an angels voice sent from above. His handsome voice and figure could hypnotize you. He turned his head to face to the mare. Her beauty was amazing. He could stare at her for hours and days on end. He shoke his head and snaped out of his little fantasy land. He cleared his throat and said. " Soon, the mist will disappear and the beauiful emadow will be replaced." He said turning his ehad back infront of him. He still couldnt see anything. Standing like a statue byt eh tree while the mare stood behind him. His handsome form and coat glimmered with strength an power in his mucles...

Ghostly smiled warmly as she replied to him. He nodded " Lovely name Desiree. Beautiful accesnt by the way. Ireish i believe so." He said the wind stoped a few moments before it started again, making everything rustle. The dirt swirlded around Ghostly's hooves. He squinted his eyes as the wind started beating against his face...
He snorted and shoke his mane removin his forlock away from his eyes. He had leaf green eyes. His soul as pleased with kindness and strength in it. He has bloodlines of German, he comes Germany. His german accesnt sent shivers of thrill down mares spines. Stallions who have German accesnts were handsome and skilled at fighting and they were most of all kind to mares. He was born to fight, but the only thing is he hates fighting. Which is odd for a Germany horse. More importantly the hated toward other stallions...

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah!! Sorry -- busy making a series for Sims 2... loads of fun ^-^