A dark chocolate painted mare Zillah, slept contently underneath a fairly large weeping willow whose branches draped the ground. She was visible to thoes looking for her but if they wern't she would probaly just get passed by as though she wasn't there but that of course didn't bother the dark mare in the least.
She was shaded from the hot sun by the tree's weeping branches now covered in leaves. Her currly white tipped mane fell upon her delicate face. As calm as she seemed sleeping she was the oposite when awake.
Zillah was seemingly stronger than normal mares training herself when she was younger and beating up on her older pathetic humble brother.
((Sorry for the small post, couldn't gather any inspiration up))
