I cantered into the terrain. nigrescent opts peered around the lands mischeviously. flea bitten grey pelt glistened tauntingly beneath the sweet autumn rays. blood marks gave me an even more appealing appearence. nape arched as a devilish grin spread acroos my luchous kissers. i deffine sexxxi if you haven't noticed.

Well dished facade scanned the landscape for any interesting stags. none so far. many stared, entranced and praying i'd look their way. not a chance. one approached me and tried to act studly. i grinned and slid around him, banner gliding across his spine. i walked away just as he went into a daze.

My breed was unknown of by many. Hell it's almost impossible to say let alone spell. Mangalarga Marchador. my pillars raised with ease and grace, carrying me with a sexy yet classy stride. i went up to a group of studs who were trying to act "cool" and impress me. still not a chance. i went over to them, weaving through the group. hell if they had common sense, which they didn't, they could rape me at any moment. too bad they're in a trance.

I rubbed against them lightly, tossing my head, letting my obsidian locks cascade across the crystal blue heaven. i grinned naughtily. i shook my hips and walked away from them. yea i have that effect on men. on women? jealousy. they call me a whore and a bitch. most of all a home wrecker, which i won't argue with. but most of the words are from envy and jealousy. hell i feel for them.

I strode up to the bankside of river near a tree. i arched my nape, cocked my leg and raised my banner. the same sexy and naughty look on my facade. come on boys. you know you want me.