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01-05-2013, 01:31 AM
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The filly wandered, almost lost. She looked for the site of green, and she finally found it. Sandman had not responded well to her, for what she had hoped from him. She wondered what had happened, as his reaction was unexpected, and she thought about what she had done to get this reaction from him. Had it been too long since she had seen him? Had he changed? She doubted that, since he was still flirting with her. Perhaps she was too bold. The filly had changed, despite her young age, into a more mature state. She felt that her innocence had been stolen by those stallions, although it, in reality, hadn’t. But the mental trauma she suffered from opened her eyes to a darker side of the world, and she couldn’t simply forget that. Even through this, her personality had stayed the same. She was still happy and cheerful, distracted by the tiniest things, loved the little things in her life. The day was once again sunny and warm, and she stretched, her muscles tense and strained from walking again. She wanted to be home so she could rest. The Foothills had been her home for a long time now, and she was sad to only have returned just now. She remembered her warm welcome when she had first come here. Were those same horses still around? This thought occurred to her, but she brushed it off. It didn’t matter if they were or not. She would find them if they were, or make new friends if they weren’t. The filly didn’t know about the Civil War sweeping the green land, and it would come as a shock to her when she found out. She reached a hill, looking down upon it. The land stretched before her, greener than she had ever seen. The cold winter had pasted, and all of the land sprung to live, bring in every creature the forests and plains could hold. Birds flew everywhere, fish were leaping to catch flies, and small mammals pranced about, scavenging for food. It was full of life, and the paint’s heart beat with it. She loved nature, to look at all the animals about her. It was something that others found strange, but she never took mind of it. The wind blew her hair as she stood there, bringing butterflies into her view. They flew past her, shining a bright blue. She smiled, and ran down the hill. Animals scattered as the large equine ran past, causing the ground to shake slightly. She ran until she couldn’t run anymore, ending up in a clearing near a large hill surrounded by trees. She stopped, out of breath. [W/C | 448 ] |
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