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Post by aforest on Jul 21, 2012 20:57:24 GMT
The golden mare walked across the plain, her mane and tail blowing gently in the summer breeze. She stopped to catch her breath for a moment, and whinnied. Her whinny would hopefully be carried across the seemingly endless field, and hopefully she would not be alone anymore. She sighed, and started to graze, tilting her long neck towards the ground and hoping that there would soon be a reply.
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Post by iceland on Jul 23, 2012 1:41:30 GMT
The black stallion had been galloping for some time but had to stop as the asthma caught him. He slowed down to trot and he saw the homeless grounds not so far away, he heard a whinny and it sounded so pure, he had to find where it came from. He kept on trotting until he saw a mare, her coat looked so clean. He whinnied softly to her and then walked over to her, she was grazing when he came. He nickered to her "Hello miss, am I interrupting?" he asked kindly.
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