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Diesel Locomotive first proper drawing. Yay!

Entry for Freedom show

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The sun had set hours ago, leaving the stars to shed what meagre light they could offer on the land below. A gentle breeze could be felt, accompanied by the odd spot of rain. The distant sounds of cattle mooing and the river flowing below floated up from the valley.
Diesel was quite enjoying himself, running across the moors in the middle of the night. His movements were elegant, and his long tail flowed behind, almost invisible against the equally dark setting. He had only been with Limestone Peak Stables for a few weeks, but had settled down well now. His dressage training was planned to start soon.
Abby Swan, Diesel's new handler, watched from afar. She had grown up on a cattle farm in Northumberland, but she didn't have much, if any, experience with large horses. And Diesel was huge. He towered over all the other horses, and there had been a bit of worry about whether he would actually fit in the stables. Abby did feel somewhat intimidated by his hugeness.
The wind picked up a bit, and Diesel's mane was whipped around his head like a miniature, black tornado. He shook his head to get it out of his face, then reared up when it didn't work. The wind died down again, as if it had been scared off.