Night had come. Hours had passed within the auction hall, lives bought, sold, and moved on at a steady pass till even the air carried a somber feel. For a moment, the auction floor lay bare after another horse was lead away to begin its new life, before a new soul could be brought into view.
The world became black.
"Sorry folks, slight power flux, we should have the lights back in a moment."
The crowd became a wave of grumbles and curses mixed with the scrapes and clatter as some tried to find their seats in the shadows. The noise steadily rose as tempers became more lively. The auctioneer tried his best to calm the crowd as workers scrambled blindly to fix the lights.
All sounds silenced as her voice pierced the chaos.
Even she was blind to the crowd staring at the blackness where the auction floor pen should be, but there was no mistaking the soft pat pat pat of her hooves as she calmly strode across the beaten earth.
It must of been the instant the lights had flickered, or just before, but in all the confusion that followed, no one had noticed till now that the next horse had been released. For all her show, the proud arch of her neck and the high stride of her gait, not one buyer could see this next soul up for examine, and yet she carried on, captivating the curiosity of her blind audience by her spirit alone. Softly a nicker slips from her lips as the crowd grew still and quiet, her steps slowly building to a fiery drumming in the darkness.
And yet, the shadows were steadily becoming less dark.
A sliver of moonlight broke through a break in the ceiling that had long gone overlooked and as the fire in her steps built, the mare soon found herself being drawn closer and closer to this single spotlight illuminating her stage.
First she became a faint shadow, a "was that there" passing by the lights edges.
Soon she transformed into a glimpse, a moment of wonder quickly fading.
In a single moment of brilliance, she finally stepped into her moment and left the ground.
In her moment, she flew.


This is my bid for the Winter Import 625
I really have put a lot into this pic, especially considering how ill I've been lately. I even tried adding more detail in the muscle shading then I normally would. I hope it shows.
I normally would of tried to avoid such a busy and loud horse such as this, but something about her just captivated me. I really wanted to capture the vision I had of this horse without doing another plain side view in pasture/barn/plug in background and I thought it would be fun to attempt to show this horses design from a different angle.
I REALLY hope I get this horse!!!

Horse ID #625
Horse name: Dont Cry For Me Argentina
Barn Name: Argentina
Breed: Pure Nordanner
Registrated: No
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 15.3 HH
Color: Silver buckskin roan tobiano splash frosted appaloosa
Genotype: EE Aa nCr RR nZ TbTb nSpl LpLp
Training: Basic training given, can be ridden
Tack: Daily + Dragon hunter full gear