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She halted,peering out into an opening. She could just see the trees at the other side of the opening though the snowy mist. She watched,her keen little eyes scanning the land for others-as long as she didn't spot her father out there-she would be happy to see others. She shivered,not from the cold,but from the thought of her father. She had watched him kick her mother to the ground,a pool of blood swelling under her head-but she was still alive. Her father had laughed,happy at leaving her half dead and about to leave a long and painful death. The stink of blood pouring up her nose. She had watched her own mother die-the cold,heartless laugh of her father blocking out the agonizing screams of her mother. She had to leave. And she had. And now-here she was.
She felt herself wanting to flee,thinking she had not gone far enough from her fathers land but was to cold to lift a hoof. Pressing her wings against her tighter,she let out a cry of loneliness. Hoping someone else would hear and help her into a more secure area as she didn't feel at all secure alone here.
