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The crunch of a thin layer of leftover snow beneath Note's hooves could be heard, seemingly, all throughout the forest. He couldn't hear the soft, lulling sound of a bird's song anywhere. He walked forward, farther into the forest a few paces, then stopped abruptly. He smelled the faint smell of many, many horses.
Note's head started to swim with images of herds, and herds of horses. What if they were violent and ruthless like the stallion he had spent the first year of his life with? Or would they be simple outcasts and seclude him?
He sighed and lowered his head to the ground. 'Or what if they're actually decent horses and you're overreacting..', Note thought to himself. Any of those could be the case. He pulled his head up, breaking into a strong trot. As he headed deeper into the forest, the smell of horses grew stronger.
At one point, Note slowed his trot, searching for any horses, any at all. He didn't care if they were cruel, or friendly, he was going for it. He was sick and tired of living on his own, he needed to speak again, to speak to other horses and not just himself.
Note's head started to swim with images of herds, and herds of horses. What if they were violent and ruthless like the stallion he had spent the first year of his life with? Or would they be simple outcasts and seclude him?
He sighed and lowered his head to the ground. 'Or what if they're actually decent horses and you're overreacting..', Note thought to himself. Any of those could be the case. He pulled his head up, breaking into a strong trot. As he headed deeper into the forest, the smell of horses grew stronger.
At one point, Note slowed his trot, searching for any horses, any at all. He didn't care if they were cruel, or friendly, he was going for it. He was sick and tired of living on his own, he needed to speak again, to speak to other horses and not just himself.
