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11-14-2012, 10:37 PM
A brisk canter. A black coat. Silver spiral horn that curves upwards slightly. Black hooves. Green orbs. An exotic filly. A gentle, yet, flirty creature. A long arched neck and highlighted muscles. All alone though. The slowed to a moving trot. Her hoofs raised higher and she looked like she was gliding. She walked now. Warm breath that misted in the air. A small muzzle with slight whiskers.
She shook her head. The light reflecting off of her black coat. Perhaps a fellow foal would come and play with the young lithe. Energetic and vibrant. She enjoyed her long runs in the cold. She halted. A slight shrill left her maw. A branch cracked over top of her and she reared frightened. A clump of snow landing on her back then sliding off. On all fours now, she eyed the object. She noted the clump of snow. Every dip and line. Bored, she just scanned the area.
She needed a friend, one with or with out a horn. Someone she could race and crow-hop with, or one to explore the land. Her thoughts escalated. Many more. Piling on. Every thought fled as a snowflake landed on her muzzle. The cold sensation tickled her muzzle and she pranced around, until she tripped.. and fell. Snow scattered her whole body. She lay for a moment, dazed. "Cold.. t-to c-c-c-cold." She hopped up. Cords that seemed shaky and uneven. Pearls almost quivering, making clicking noises.
She flattened her ears against her cranium. Stupid tr--" A sqwaking noise cut her off. A bird took flight. A bird. "--ee." She finished her sentence. Chords dropping quieter and lower at the end.
She made a few annoyed groaning sounds. She stood still. Listening to far hoof beats, far whinnies, and close birds. A breeze blew through the winter wonderland. A shiver ran down her spine. Black was associated with death, was that the reason she had no one right now? How she wished a foal would come prancing through the forest and befriend her!
She shook her head. The light reflecting off of her black coat. Perhaps a fellow foal would come and play with the young lithe. Energetic and vibrant. She enjoyed her long runs in the cold. She halted. A slight shrill left her maw. A branch cracked over top of her and she reared frightened. A clump of snow landing on her back then sliding off. On all fours now, she eyed the object. She noted the clump of snow. Every dip and line. Bored, she just scanned the area.
She needed a friend, one with or with out a horn. Someone she could race and crow-hop with, or one to explore the land. Her thoughts escalated. Many more. Piling on. Every thought fled as a snowflake landed on her muzzle. The cold sensation tickled her muzzle and she pranced around, until she tripped.. and fell. Snow scattered her whole body. She lay for a moment, dazed. "Cold.. t-to c-c-c-cold." She hopped up. Cords that seemed shaky and uneven. Pearls almost quivering, making clicking noises.
She flattened her ears against her cranium. Stupid tr--" A sqwaking noise cut her off. A bird took flight. A bird. "--ee." She finished her sentence. Chords dropping quieter and lower at the end.
She made a few annoyed groaning sounds. She stood still. Listening to far hoof beats, far whinnies, and close birds. A breeze blew through the winter wonderland. A shiver ran down her spine. Black was associated with death, was that the reason she had no one right now? How she wished a foal would come prancing through the forest and befriend her!
