The sun had begun to set, night slowly creeping over the horizon. Darkness was turning the light blue sky into an inky black, stars peaking through the thickness, accompanying the moon as it rose opposite the sinking sun. Only a few clouds mottled the otherwise perfect canvas, tossing shadows carelessly around the meadow like toys as they grew boring. Silence fell over the expanse of grass and rubble like a blanket, draping over every crevice, muffling any and all sounds. However, one sound was able to break through the quiteness, although very quietly. The soft sound of hard hooves against compacted dirt and foilage faintly echoed around the area, carried by confident and sturdy legs, which we churned repeatedly by a even more confident stallion. His muscles rolled and contracted smoothly beneath his grulla coat, the dimples in his hindquarters visible and outlined in the pale moonlight that had now taken over the sun's daytime occupation. Ghostly, the wind picked up his black mane and tail and sent the long and wavy strands floating around his head and legs. The stallion's eyes focused on nothing in particular as he strutted along his invisible path, one hoof after the other striking harshly into the ground. They seemed more content on staring straight ahead, not exactly taking in any features of their surroundings.

NOT DONE!