Post by amberb1991 on Feb 10, 2008 18:29:38 GMT -5
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She could hear her soft hoof beats as her pillars carried body, which was never meant for grace, at a swift canter through the wooded forest. Sweat slowly streaming down her dark auburn coat. She stopped, and hid in the large, dark shadows, for she knew she was still in the claiming grounds. She had no desire to be part of a herd again, that is what she was running from. She would become attached to them, and they would die, be taken away, or leave. That is how it worked. Everyone left at one time or another. She was determined not to loose another.
She was both physically, and mentally exhausted. She tried to fight off the desire to drink from the river that was fifteen short feet away, but her dry throat finally got the better of her. Slowly, and quietly she moved her form under the dark, sparkling sky to the wide stream. When the vixen reached it , she allowed her maw to plunged into the cool, refreshing water.
The mare wished with all her heart that she could wade in the shallows of the water. Picking her head up at a strange unfamiliar feeling, she sent her dreads into a furry. Was it her imagination, or was someone watching her? Orbs searched the land, but didn't spot anything, not even the wind in the green trees or the lush grass. The lass shook her crown, sending her black banter in all directions, blaming the feeling on how tired she was. Later, the vixen would find a safe place to rest. She returned her maw to the deep blue colored river, and resumed drinking.
She moved to a patch of bright green grass next to a small pile of snow. The damsel wanted to lie down and roll in the snow to cool her overheated bodice, but knew it would be to risky. Lowering her muzzle once again, the mare began to nibble on the lush grass.
She jerked her head up, her dark mane flying, this time, the mare knew someone was there. She heard the rustling of the bushes...... Oh great the lass thought. Now what? she was too tired to run, and to exhausted to put up a fight. Maybe she wrong and it was just a rabbit of a bird, but better safe than sorry, she backed her bulky bay pelt slowly into the trees, trying to stay hidden.
Word count: 409
She could hear her soft hoof beats as her pillars carried body, which was never meant for grace, at a swift canter through the wooded forest. Sweat slowly streaming down her dark auburn coat. She stopped, and hid in the large, dark shadows, for she knew she was still in the claiming grounds. She had no desire to be part of a herd again, that is what she was running from. She would become attached to them, and they would die, be taken away, or leave. That is how it worked. Everyone left at one time or another. She was determined not to loose another.
She was both physically, and mentally exhausted. She tried to fight off the desire to drink from the river that was fifteen short feet away, but her dry throat finally got the better of her. Slowly, and quietly she moved her form under the dark, sparkling sky to the wide stream. When the vixen reached it , she allowed her maw to plunged into the cool, refreshing water.
The mare wished with all her heart that she could wade in the shallows of the water. Picking her head up at a strange unfamiliar feeling, she sent her dreads into a furry. Was it her imagination, or was someone watching her? Orbs searched the land, but didn't spot anything, not even the wind in the green trees or the lush grass. The lass shook her crown, sending her black banter in all directions, blaming the feeling on how tired she was. Later, the vixen would find a safe place to rest. She returned her maw to the deep blue colored river, and resumed drinking.
She moved to a patch of bright green grass next to a small pile of snow. The damsel wanted to lie down and roll in the snow to cool her overheated bodice, but knew it would be to risky. Lowering her muzzle once again, the mare began to nibble on the lush grass.
She jerked her head up, her dark mane flying, this time, the mare knew someone was there. She heard the rustling of the bushes...... Oh great the lass thought. Now what? she was too tired to run, and to exhausted to put up a fight. Maybe she wrong and it was just a rabbit of a bird, but better safe than sorry, she backed her bulky bay pelt slowly into the trees, trying to stay hidden.
Word count: 409
