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09-23-2012, 11:23 PM
Right behind the roan was the painted colt. He could see it, almost taste it. All that stood between him and victory was five other equines. Well, he wasn't about to give up now. He had to win, to show his mother that he could still run and be strong. To show her he was tough enough to handle more than she thought he was. He weaved in and out of the trees, keeping up with the pretty roan before him.
Soon as it opened up to the beach however, it was like he kicked another gear. He had grown up in the Oasis, the mud and muck. Surely he could hande a bit of sand. The part draft colt dug in with all he had, eyes looking ahead for the fastest path to the Goddess of the Moon who was just on the other side of the beach. He could see her from here, up on top of a huge rock formation. He had to win, he just had to.
Soon as it opened up to the beach however, it was like he kicked another gear. He had grown up in the Oasis, the mud and muck. Surely he could hande a bit of sand. The part draft colt dug in with all he had, eyes looking ahead for the fastest path to the Goddess of the Moon who was just on the other side of the beach. He could see her from here, up on top of a huge rock formation. He had to win, he just had to.
