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10-28-2012, 11:41 PM
The silvery dapple gray mare walked delicately through the newly fallen snow. She blinked snowflakes off of her eyelashes. She lifted her head high, and her nostrils flared. She pranced in place. Then, she broke into a trot, frolicking in the snowdrifts. She kicked up her back legs and snow flew everywhere. Snorting playfully she started galloping. She saw a log ahead, so she went even faster. She loved jumping. She leaped over it gracefully, and slowed back down to a walk. Her breath looked like smoke in the bitterly cold air, and she shook out her mane. She turned left into a forest of colorless dead trees. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her own hooves crushing the ice. She needed to find shelter soon, and get out of the freezing weather. She lifted her head, and smelled the air. The only thing she could scent was the smell of ice. She sighed with relief because there were no stallions around this area. Suddenly, she couldn't stop the memories from flooding her mind. The deadly manipulative stallion chasing her down. Him catching her, and tearing a gash in her chest. Her screams of pain, and blood splattering the ground. Her eyes flew open, bringing her back to the present. She had a jagged black scar across her chest to remind her. She lay down in the ice next to a sturdy looking tree. Her body heat was so intense, that it melted the snow ice around her. She then fell asleep watching the snowflakes fall .
