The buckskin mares legs were just a blur. She bunched up, and pushed off again, lengthening and running faster and fast. Her thick black mane and tail whipped out behind her, her gold coat shone in the sun, and her muscles rippled like and ocean under the spun gold pelt. She pinned her ears back, a golden streak over the plains, unstoppable and untamable. She slowed, into a beautiful, smooth and long trot, her chest soaked with sweat. There was a brand on her rump, one of a renowned racing farm. But she. Didn't like stables. She liked forests, fields, and freedom. She stopped, standing upon the top of a steep, grassy slope, the wind tugging on her long, thick mane, her intelligent brown eyes taking in the plains below. The wild horses, the humans on their obedient mounts. She would never be like them.She snorted, her pink nostrils flaring. She shifted her mis-matching hooves, some light with socks above them, and black above that, as she stared across the lands.

(i know this sucks, i just dont have muse and want summun to rp with)