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Post by rhianna4554 on Jun 4, 2012 8:50:25 GMT -5
Ziva
With her heavier build living in te cold climate as a loner throught the previous winter hadnt been so bad. She had copped with the weather fairly easily due to her heavier noriker blood. Snorting sligtly the scared bleu roan tobiano mare edged forwards closer to the warm pool that were a relief before winter kicked in again. She was alone which she didnt mind. It was more peaceful in her own company anyway. Bad memories could be kept locked away.
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 9, 2012 21:36:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,375,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/250m592.png); padding: 5px; border: 0px solid #ffffff;] The horrid stench of an unfamiliar female wafted through Annas' nostrils as he walked through the dying forest. Autumn was a time of judgement for plants and animals; the sun's warm rays were lifted and replaced with the icy cold hand of winter. It was the Mother's way of punishing the land for taking her grace for granted. Annas knew the true meaning of the seasons, not that he would share the privileged knowledge with any other creature.
The skinny stallion slunk behind the stranger, intent on learning the very nature of her "visit". "Mare. Pray tell your intentions upon journeying this far?" he said with his sour expression and piercing voice.
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