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Post by writtenphoto on May 26, 2012 18:55:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=403f3b] Lycia flicked her tails, her nostrils flared as she took in the scents of fall. After the countless days of her Mother making her get stronger and stronger, she was finally able to get away. It really was, a sigh of relief. She wondered, What was Sage doing at the moment? Was she carrying another foal for her king? Lycia shook her head, finding a scantiness hit her brain. She never really liked her Mother, she was simply a means of survival. Lycia heard a huge bird call erupt from the air, and she faltered a bit in her steps, her ears going to her cranium. It sounded like a vulture who just spotted a new kill. The mare lifted her ears slowly from her head and let her ears catch were the sound was coming from. Lycia went straight into a gallop, her tails flying behind her. She reached it quickly. It was simply the body of a dead doe. Her corpse being attacked by several vultures gnawing on her stomach where her stomach was ripped open. The young mare faltered a bit, starting to fear that they might latch onto her and dig out her eyes. Lycia rushed forward, jumping over the corpse and making the vultures fly up in a madness of caws. Lycia lifted her head up and went over to the doe, her eyes glazed and claw marks were left on her shoulder. Her neck scratched up. Lycia saw the vultures cawing and making a fuss in the air, their beady eyes staring down at her. You should know that life dies Lycia, you've seen lots of dead animals. Lycia took one last look up at the vultures and bolted off through the field. Her mind racing. OCC: Lycia 
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