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Post by writtenphoto on Dec 14, 2012 22:05:27 GMT -5
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Lycia's coat was drenched, her fur creating strange ridges in her winter coat. She promised herself that she wouldn't stay in the mountains for long. A couple days the longest. For Ver might become angry. She hoped he wouldn't, She was a free soul, and he must understand that. Lycia took small steps as she grazed in the mountains, taking minor glances into the sky that was clearing up a bit, letting the faint outline of stars that began to show into the sky. Clouds of who knows what in the distance showed brightly in the falling sun. She simply began to graze again. Her tails flicking as she thought of what could possibly grow inside her stomach, the thought let her grow slightly contented; yet a bit of fear poked at the back of her mind.
The young mare lifted her head when she heard something in the distance, her ears swiveling forward in alertness. She hoped it wasn't a wolf, a coyote she could take simply by throwing her back legs at it, or lunging at it with her teeth. Her ears listened intently for the whoop of a Coyote, or even the howl of a wolf. She hoped that if it was a wolf, it was alone. Then she could take it down.
But nothing else was heard, not even the bleat of an elk or deer. So the mare continued with her glances to the sky, and grazing.
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