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It'd been a while since the now grown mare had been away from grass. She'd lurked in the darker parts of the Foothills, growing and cultivating. She was stocky now, built firm and strong. Muscles rippling under her fur every step she took. She tossed her head for a moment, and walked forward onto the ebony stone. Black clouds of smoke hanging lazily over there heads before rushing higher and higher. There was not a single ounce of water near this fire pit, and if there was, it was tainted from the smoke. Noticing a distant figure of a horse, or something built like a horse, she was interested.
Letting her body tilt forward her legs moved at a trot. Once her hooves started beating against the floor, it was obvious she'd grown, and much. Though, stocky, she had never lost the beauty she had before, when she was young. Her horns were large and they were great weapons. At the end of each horn it a sharp point like a needle tip, though her horns aren't that thin. Her neck arched as her dominance shone through her white pelt. Snorting, she went from a trot to a canter. Eventually she got faster, and the distance between them got shorter and shorter. She was coming at him from the side. Like a cement truck she went faster and faster. Until, she braced for impact. Whether he had heard her and moved was unknown, but if he hadn't he just got body slammed by a full grown muscular mare by the name of Demetrie.
Recoiling her body she pranced up to his side again. This time, he might've expected an apology, but the made wouldn't give him one. In a rapid change, she tried pointing her sharp coiled needles on his flank. Seemingly demanding who he was. After all, she hadn't seen his face yet.
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