|| There was nothing stopping the heavy, steel, plated stallion from lashing out. Nothing spare the lingering look of moral fear and contemplation. As each limb moved his great feathers, most of which were of a begotton, dirtied cream, shook and bounced, hiding the cracks and ridges of his large hooves. The Gyspy Vanner was handesome for his kind, but one would still not wish to become of his darker side. ||

Possibly one of my happier photo-manips. I actually made this before the character, I was bored and so was messing about with different textures. I wanted to incorporate my favourite breed of horse, Gypsy Vanner, into a picture and so came up with this. Not the traditional colour, but that is what I like about it.

Critique all you like, I could do with it! XXD