Forgotten EveningForgotten Evening by ~stickerking
This is my mare. No not like that, I have more respect for her than to say she's my property. But make no mistake about it I did call her mine. She's mine to pamper, mine to spend time with, mine to share memories and a future with. She's mine to show off and say "look at the beauty I somehow managed to have cling to my side" and most of all mine to share my love and life with.
Someone once asked me to give her a back story, to make up something exciting that others could read and become engrossed in but that seems like it would do her an injustice. I love a good story, don't get me wrong but I always wonder how real all the stories I hear are. For instance one of my favorite stories everyone tells about that little town halfway across Equestria in Ponyville. You know the one about all the weird stuff that happened and how it was caused by some previously imprisoned god and at the last minute a young unicorn and her friends saved the day a