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The pale mare, nerves jittery with fear, picked her way through the marsh, fear gnawing inside her at the thought of beasts watching her and the unknown things lurking in the swamp water. She lifted her warm brown eyes, the loving eyes of a sweet soul, searching for where the swamp bled out into the pure ocean. There the Earth God had said she would find the mud. Did it look different? Shine, or glow, or something? Thunder boomed in the distance, and the gray-and-white mare nearly leaped out of her skin. As it was, her hooves splashed into the murky liquid of the swamp. Jerking it back out, Tor shut her mouth from whimpering, locking her lips. What if she had disturbed something? Not trusting herself, the Friesian cross continued on, locked intently on keeping her clumsy feet from stepping in the shallow, or mayhaps deep, brown sludge water again. Her white feathers were clotted in mud, thick strands of dirt hanging off her big-jointed legs. Eerie moaning seemed to play in her head, terrifying the mare even more, despite her big size that most would immediately sterotype to a warrior. A soft hissing filled her ears. Standing deathly still, Tor slowly swivelled her ears. The tension swept out of her taut muscles when she realized it was simply the pattering of rain dampening the soil and submerging into the sketchy Spectral Marsh water. Moving forward again, Tor ignored the distant rumbling of thunder, managing to shut down on her fear. She wound her way through the marshes, and eventually, her nostrils flared and scent the smell of salt, mixed bizarrely with mud and maybe a twinge of death or skeletal things. Oh, dammit, I'm go crazy. The mare thought in despair, trying desperately to ignore what she thought was the stench of death swilled in salt. Her eyes skipped over the murky water mixed with a touch of ocean blues, ignored the stretches of weeds and grasses, and instead sought for the mud. The healing mud. Another bolt of terror shot through her as a crack of lightning shot through the sky, followed by a resounding boom of thunder. I need to complete this task before I go absolutely insane.
"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think
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