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Jul 20, 2007 21:30:16 GMT -5
Post by Silent Breeze on Jul 20, 2007 21:30:16 GMT -5
[/i] That was a lie. A lie to get herself motivated. She had stopped, her legs nearly trembling, she was starting to become frantic, her mood turning for the worse. She pinned her ears to her skull, showing her mood. She scanned the meadow's horizon for some sort of shelter. Of course she didn't see anything. She couldn't see much of anything at all in this rain anyway. With an aggrevated sigh, she started galloping towards the horizon, the moon blending with her soaked figure, the shades nearly matching rendering the fem almost invisble.In a second she was down, in the mud. She barely had time out let out a surprised whinny. She quickly gathered herself, mentally at lest, and struggled to her feet. Her normally white-grey coat was covered in mud. One of her legs bloody.She quickly spotted a matching over turned stone that had been loose in the ground.Her ears were once again pinned to her skull as she limped onward. She could see the end of the meadow... but she was moving at such a slow pace... so... now what?[/size] [/ul]
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Jul 21, 2007 11:43:00 GMT -5
Post by Santiago on Jul 21, 2007 11:43:00 GMT -5
Tiny spectables scanned the horizon for danger. She was hiding under a tiny tree, only big enough for her. A Ghost!!! She screamed and quickly backed away, into the rain once more. She watched as the white figure fell to the ground and little dial kauked as she watched the whole act. Orbs were wide and frightful, wondering what she could do. Should she scream for help from the ghost? Or was she misunderstood? She looked side to side, orbs blinking constantly from the falling rain as it dribbled of her delicate cross face. She was tall for her age, not quite 15 hands and still growing. I guess it was in the genes. A hanoverian and a thoroughbred were both tall and sturdy horses, and usually the little weanling thought herself as strong, especially for being on her own for so long. Actually, it wasn't that long at all. Just a few days ago she left to go out on her own. She didn't need her mother, and the scar prooved it.
He gaze centered on the lying down figure as she slowly stepped forward, giving a tiny whinny, wondering if the ghostly figure would even hear over the pouring rain. Her red dun coat was soon more of a dark bay, covered in sweat and rain. She looked totally different from what she usually looked like. She snuck forward a little more, giving out another whinny, this time louder, still watching the figure with careful eyes. [/size]
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Jul 24, 2007 8:47:56 GMT -5
Post by Silent Breeze on Jul 24, 2007 8:47:56 GMT -5
ooc -- sorry I couldn't reply yesterday I'm going on vacation tomorrow and there's alot to do before I leave. ^^
[/i] Through the rain the sound reached her ears. Her pools looked towards the direction it had come from.. nothing.. The mare stood still trying to make out another noise. A whinny. Her ears prickked forward, trying to catch all of the sound. Another. She still could see much of anything, but she decided to move towards the sound. She struggled to hide her limp, walking a little strangely. As she neared a bay sort of shade figure became visible. She whinnied agreeting, and came closer, closing the gap in about a minute. Hello Her voice was soft, and calm, even though she was in pain. The horse in front of her was still a weanling, only a few feautures indicating that she wasn't a full grown mare. The grey mare pondered for a moment whether or not to ask for a name. She decided against it, and struggled to not look frustated by the rain, or her bloody leg. The young mare in front of her looked a little wary almost... she didn't want to scare her. [/ul][/size]
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Jul 24, 2007 14:05:40 GMT -5
Post by Santiago on Jul 24, 2007 14:05:40 GMT -5
The small red roan weanling backed away at the approaching figure. Her ears perched forward, standing on her head perfectly as she listened to the stranger. She seemed nice but was taught to never trust those who come up to you. She took a step back then stood for a minute before taking another step back. She eyes the bloody leg and then looked up at the miss with fright in her eye. What had done that? Her ears pinned slightly but then relaxed again. Hi. She said, almost at a whisper. Only good hearing would be able to hear her over the huge rainfall. She backed away once more then looked up at her with fear in her eyes. Seeing a wound always frightened her and always made her ask multiple questions. She too had a fresh wound on her rear from someone she learned to trust. It made her think she couldn't trust anyone anymore. She looked back down for the rain was stinging her eyes painfully. [/size]
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