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12-04-2013, 08:57 PM
The soft needles of the towering firs that loomed over her in intimidating masses caressed Asher's shoulder and flank. Miniature beams of moonlight danced on the mare's coat giving it the beautiful yet eerie complexion of a crow in flight. Her dark eyes reflected the Billions of stars like a huge sea blanketing the normally blue sky. Asher had been walking for hours and she was finally getting the idea that she has been walking around in circles. She hatted that all the trees seemed identical leaving it impossible to keep track of where she was going with landmarks alone. Asher needed guidance and she knew it, but being the pigheaded mare that she was she wouldn't go looking for anybody. She caught a scent in the air that was recognizably another horse but she kept walking on. Right then she wasn't in the best mood. She hated being lost, much less at night. And of course in one of her moods she wasn't watching her feet. Her hoof suddenly caught a tree root and she fell clumsily onto the soft pine needle carpet called the forest floor. Surprisingly it's not as soft as it sounds. She snorted and hurriedly jumped onto her feet. Then she glanced around the area to make sure that no one saw her. Then she tossed her head in aggravation at her foolish misstep. She sighed and finally laid down and rested her head on the ground. her body was leaning against a fellow fir tree that looked to be about 20 years old. she wouldn't close her eyes though. Asher knew that if she closed her eyes she would fall asleep.
