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09-25-2012, 06:49 PM
The stallion went on, his hooves carried him, he wanted to reach the end, he wanted to get away from the Edge. It caused him nothing but pain. Memories flooded back to his head, causing him to steer off course. But he righted himself, the smell of water caught his attention. He charged, his muscles rippled under his dirtied bay coat. The stallion could sense the pegasi flying towards them. He felt intimidated, their large wings drummed in his ears, he snorted, wanting to get away, to leave the pegasi in the dust.
The stallion launched himself over many objects in his path. Nothing could stop him. He wanted to get home, or, wherever. He wanted to visit places unknown. As he was an outcast, a nomad, no home to return to. The stallion pushed himself, feeling sweat cake his coat. He charged, his hooves kicking up snow and earth. He slipped, but regained his balance and continued his gallop, feeling rather tired, but adrenaline was released into his blood flow, and he galloped forward, full steam ahead to the destination.
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The stallion launched himself over many objects in his path. Nothing could stop him. He wanted to get home, or, wherever. He wanted to visit places unknown. As he was an outcast, a nomad, no home to return to. The stallion pushed himself, feeling sweat cake his coat. He charged, his hooves kicking up snow and earth. He slipped, but regained his balance and continued his gallop, feeling rather tired, but adrenaline was released into his blood flow, and he galloped forward, full steam ahead to the destination.
Word count:181
