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09-08-2012, 10:13 PM
The taste of dead, cold fish was disgusting, and she took its body over to the others and deposited it quickly. Ugh. What a gross taste. A sour expression was painted on her features, and she snorted to try and get rid of the smell that automatically went with the taste. She would she could forget it, but she knew that it was another memory that would be stuck.
With a small grunt, she trotted through the fields, her cloven hooves making only small marks on the ground. Then, she spied in a deer in the distance. Should she? The mare frowned. The creature was too much like herself in many ways, and she watched as the doe and fawn ran from her. She let them go.
Instead, she turned and listened again. What was that? A frog? She jumped at it with her hooves, and a grimace on her face. Would the frog squish between her toes? Ew. With half lidded eyes squinted carefully, she lifted one of her hooves, wondering if she would see squishy frog guts on her hoof.
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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