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01-27-2014, 04:53 PM
OOC: I totally forgot that rule. O_O
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"You're right. . ." The black filly blinked. "Where are you heading? What's your herd like?"
I'mso thirsty. . .thirsty. . . the filly thought. So hungry, tired. . .Her legs buckled, and she collasped.
Her coat was beaded with sweat, and her breathing was short and ragged. Her muscle hurt, and she had tons of cramps. She was obviously worn out; her words were mangaled in her throat; her voice was weak, and dry. She could hardly speak.
Her flank heaved with the effort of breathing, and when she finally opened her eyes and tried to get up, her legs buckled and she fell again, much to her humliation. She looked coldly at Ethel and Cashmere, muttered something, and sighed. "Okay, please bring some water. And then I'll tell you my long, long, story. And then you may tell me yours."
She managed to get up this time, and Midnight Rose cleared her throat. "I left my herd, because my herd stallion wanted me out. I ran away, crossed the Thresold, ended up here. I Don't know what to do now. I have no idea. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
"Anyways, I rested for a while here, until I met you two. I-I was spying on you two. 'What are they doing?' I asked myself, 'Fight or flight?' Then I came out here, and you were pretty nice. So, what're you doing here?"
While Midnight's voice was chirpy, her legs shook once again, and she was breathing
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"You're right. . ." The black filly blinked. "Where are you heading? What's your herd like?"
I'mso thirsty. . .thirsty. . . the filly thought. So hungry, tired. . .Her legs buckled, and she collasped.
Her coat was beaded with sweat, and her breathing was short and ragged. Her muscle hurt, and she had tons of cramps. She was obviously worn out; her words were mangaled in her throat; her voice was weak, and dry. She could hardly speak.
Her flank heaved with the effort of breathing, and when she finally opened her eyes and tried to get up, her legs buckled and she fell again, much to her humliation. She looked coldly at Ethel and Cashmere, muttered something, and sighed. "Okay, please bring some water. And then I'll tell you my long, long, story. And then you may tell me yours."
She managed to get up this time, and Midnight Rose cleared her throat. "I left my herd, because my herd stallion wanted me out. I ran away, crossed the Thresold, ended up here. I Don't know what to do now. I have no idea. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
"Anyways, I rested for a while here, until I met you two. I-I was spying on you two. 'What are they doing?' I asked myself, 'Fight or flight?' Then I came out here, and you were pretty nice. So, what're you doing here?"
While Midnight's voice was chirpy, her legs shook once again, and she was breathing
