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Post by EasternMistakexx on Oct 30, 2011 8:40:15 GMT -5
--Futterwacken
Mid-spring. It's a cold place, this place. Traveling through it made me feel like it had been days already. It was just.. snow. Snow, snow and more snow. I sighed, picking up a heavy hoof and placing it thinly into the fresh snow ahead of me. I was big, I could handle myself. Yes, I had my big girl panties on.
Today was not very different than the rest, Off traveling more and more everyday. Hatter took off to unimaginable places that I could even dream of before I had a word to put in. He left without a good bye. What a brother. Shaking my head, I listened, ears flipping interestedly. If this place was like no other, then why did I run here?
Sweaty back glistened against the sun, trying to stay warm but slowly freezing up my matted hairs. This place was horrid for the little ones, majestic for the big. All the days that I hated the cold, I could take back. Summer was on it's way quickly.
I snorted, picking up traces of life, hearing others around. Trespassing wasn't something I did best, but I felt no need to hide. A cold blooded horse standing at a little over eighteen hands was hard to hide these days.
But why did I run here?
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