The striking of hooves against the ground could often be mistaken as thunder from a distance. To the herd, it was a wonderful sound. At the front of the herd ran a brawny, powerful mare, Nightmare. Her lean muscles rippled under her sleek black coat as she galloped through the fields and her black mane and tail hung loosley. When she ran at night, she was barely visible to the human eye, the only thing that told you she was there was her shrill neigh that pierced even the quietest night's air. She was powerful and many lived in fear of her, but others saw her for what she was, a strong leader. She was graceful, and her hooves seemed to glide across the land. She lead the herd to the best places they graze, and the best rivers, lakes, and streams for them to drink from. Sometimes Nightmare could get a bit headstrong, but she never took things overboard.
Nightmare galloped at the front of the herd. The wind blew through her mane and tail, sending a cold breeze down her back side. On a hot summer day, the little breeze was perfect, it helped her remain cool. Nightmare turned her broad head, making sure nobody was falling behind. She spotted two chestnut foals starting to fall back. She neighed angrily at them, and watched as the shot back to their mother's sides in fear. Nightmare glanced at the foal's mothers, telling them to watch their offsprings more closely. She looked ahead, her deep blue eyes scanning the pasture before her. She sped up, the pasture she was hoping to reach was right there. Finally, after 2 days of running, they had reached the pasture.
Nightmare skidded to a halt, the dirt beneath her hooves flying into the air. She bowed her head to the grass, her mouth yanking the blades from the earth. The taste of the sweet grass flooded Nightmare's mouth, causing her to neigh happily. With in moments the whole herd was gorging on the lucious grass. Soon she would need water to wash down the grass.
Raising her head, Nightmare looked over the herd. She began to trot, looking for a water source. Her ears perked towards the sound of running water. She quickened her pace, coming to a stop whens he reached a small river. Bending her head down, her long pink tongue craddiling the water until it poured down her throat. The cool water was refreshing and it restored some of the strenght she had lost in the last couple of days.
After Nightmare drank enough to keep her satisfied for a while, she lifted her head from the river. She trotted back to the herd, going over to a group of stallions. One of the largest stallions walked over to Nightmare, standing at her side. The familiar sound of hooves beating the ground filled Nightmare's ears. She whipped her head around, none of the herd was running, where was this sound coming from? When she saw the source of the noise, she reared on her back legs, striking her legs out. The humans. They were coming on their tame horses, ready to capture the wild mustangs. As Nightmare looked at the horses the human's were riding, she recognised one of them, it was her brother. The humans had taken him away two years ago. Nightmare neighed her shrill neigh, sending the herd galloping away, but the human's were on their tails....
(I know it isn't that good, I just wrote it up real quick. And I bet I'm going to get a whole bunch of criticism on this piece of writing....*sigh* So hit me with your best shot. I will try to fix it as best as possible based on your opinions)

