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02-16-2013, 11:58 PM
Twin nostrils took a deep breath as they entered the rocky clearing, the moldy smell of damp and dirt drilling its way into them. Although Tallsun was known to be a season full of warmth and new life, it was dreary and wet on this particular evening. The sun still hung high in the sky although none of its rays draped over the buckskin's drenched coat -- too many weeping clouds hid the fiery orb from the horse and his dog. Walking around a mob of scattered rocks, the stallion lifted his head high to try and see through the tendrils of fog that now crossed the meadow. His teal eyes squinted -- like that would help them to see further -- and his piercing gaze landed on the faded form of a leaning tree. The equine didn't want to waste time seeking out shelter, but he also didn't want to catch cold in the drizzling wet around him. The pounding drops of water were enough to obscure one's vision, but rain and fog? He would end up traveling in circles in the current state he was in. The rain made him miserable, and the idea of staying dry cheered the stallion up a bit. Shaking his scrawny mane in an attempt to rid it of some moisture, Ricochet changed his course so that he was now on the path to sanctuary. Guns, who had been frolicking in the mud, ran after the yellow quarter horse. He sped past him, the scent of another animal stuck in his nose, and skidded to a halt in the drowning grass when the form of another horse came into view. The collie let out a yelp of surprise when he lost his footing in the damp vegetation, his paws sliding out from under him and causing him to slam against a pair of broad legs. Hearing his companion's cry, Ricochet thundered over to where his dog had disappeared to and skidded to a (much more successful) stop. The stallion's eyes widened when he realized that the tree already had an occupant, and his ears pinned against his cranium when he saw it was another brute. Guns twisted around to get back onto his feet and loped back to his master, his head low and his tail between his legs. He knew that the big yellow stallion was not happy to have met the other male. i'm bulletproof
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