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The black mare ran. She seeked cover from the open sky, which harbored swallows and other birds who dipped and dove and attempted to drive her away from their empty nests that remained in the standalone trees, despite how their chicks had taken flight months ago. She could see a treeline fast approaching, and her stride opened wider. Her bones ached and she believed she could feel her heart rattling inside her empty core, but the hope that the treeline held safety kept her going. She had been traveling for weeks now, with no place providing suitable safety or comfort for the young unicorn. She had barely found enough safe cover to stop and eat, which didn't help her current condition.
She leapt through the low branches and tumbled through a thorny bush. Sure, her landing may have not been graceful, but she immediately lost sight of the diving birds. She stood and shook herself off, a small cloud of dust falling off of her thinning coat. Usually a remarkable creature, her coat was still returning to its former glory after months of malnutrition and starvation. Even then, the sleek black fur that was peeking through still remained ineffective against the chill in the air coming from the impending winter. A shiver rippled down her body.
She slipped delicately through the thicket, taking in her new surroundings. The sun shined through breaks in the canopy, dappling the soft loamy ground. She heard around her the chattering and singing of small animals. The air was fresh here. The trees appeared to be just beginning their turn. She was safe for a moment in this wood, but knew that no where could be safe forever, and knew that this is not where she would remain. But for a moment, with no reason to think she wasn't alone, she took took a moment to relax.
Rubbing against a tree, she relieved an itch from a rouge patch of rough fur on her shoulder. She scowled, bothered that she looked like some common mongrel raccoon going though mange. Only a few more spots, she thought to herself. Though she was slowly putting back on lost weight, the gentle slopes and edges of her ribs were still visible, and the ridges of her hips were a bit more prominant than she would have liked. Though not emaciated, a few good meals or perhaps some medical care would serve her well. She dipped her head down, using the tip of her horn to pick a bothersome stone from between the cloves of her left hoof.
OOC:: She doesn't look as haggard and horrible as she makes it out to be. She's just just a vain baby sometimes.
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