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01-18-2016, 12:25 PM
The threshold, a place where she could just walk in and her past life would no longer matter. Many others had walked this road before but now it was her turn. Very few is known about this place from where she traveled, since those who went never return. Others would go to the threshold and stop, realizing that there lives where worth living. They wanted to stay, wanted to go back to their families and lives but not this mare. She wanted to get as far away from her past life as possible, she felt she had no one to go back to, her trail was marked in crimson hoof prints.
Walking through the threshold, no one would know her. She just needed to live, or die trying. One hoof step and she would start a new, one step and she wouldn't have to fight anymore, one step and she would be happy. Quickly she cleaned herself as best as she could, she went from grieving mess to slightly dirty horse. Taking a breath she looked back at the life she was leaving behind and took that one step. She was stripped of everything, all that was left was herself, a mare. Memories stayed but she had no need to remember them now, this was a new life.
Taking a breath Dasmine began to walk, a smile plastered on her face, her violet eyes bright with new adventures to tackle. She was happy, and couldn't wait to make new memories. Maybe the next years of her life would be better, made those Crimson hoof prints would fade, leaving new joy in their wake. Prancing through the forest she hoped to meet someone, a new person to welcome her to this land.
Walking through the threshold, no one would know her. She just needed to live, or die trying. One hoof step and she would start a new, one step and she wouldn't have to fight anymore, one step and she would be happy. Quickly she cleaned herself as best as she could, she went from grieving mess to slightly dirty horse. Taking a breath she looked back at the life she was leaving behind and took that one step. She was stripped of everything, all that was left was herself, a mare. Memories stayed but she had no need to remember them now, this was a new life.
Taking a breath Dasmine began to walk, a smile plastered on her face, her violet eyes bright with new adventures to tackle. She was happy, and couldn't wait to make new memories. Maybe the next years of her life would be better, made those Crimson hoof prints would fade, leaving new joy in their wake. Prancing through the forest she hoped to meet someone, a new person to welcome her to this land.
