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11-11-2012, 03:27 AM
A golden body moved over the ground. It had been a matter of days since she'd been here last. But she needed to introduce someone to the Edge. The mare looked around and the snow falling. A scent alerted Tallow to someone there. She'd gotten used to the cold, although she knew it was harder for others. A newcomer was here. In the distance she saw the silhouette of a horse. A friesian mare. Her eyes seemed to jump out at you. For Tallow, in this month, it was her entire golden body that jumped out. The mare kept turning her head. The cold blew against Tallow's body. She wished she could create fire. That would definitely help. Tallow veered into her surroundings, eventually getting to the point that she was behind the massive femme. The mare reached for food, and eventually found stuff. Tallow snorted and threw her golden head. Tallow went around again until the faced the newcomer. "Hello, newcomer. My calling is Tallow. What is yours, and do you need a home?" Tallow's voice was warm. The buckskin mare stood tall, trying to reach a height similar to that of the friesian. Her black mane blew with the cold wind and snowflakes settled on it delicately, like fairies. Her beautiful golden head raised, and blinked. Nothing from her past would ever go away. This mare, the mare with the black coat, if she was a bit smaller, with a blaze, she would be Tallow's old mate. But of course she wasn't. A dark silhouette in the woods showed himself. Beside him stood a golden mare, kissing him lightly, as the wind blew the horses-who-were-dead away. Her love. She stepped back slightly, blinking, the image finally fading. Features squeezing back into normal, amazing, emotionless Tallow, she smiled. "There's not as much snow where I come from. There, there is more fog than snow. It's pretty easy to smell the edge though."
