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07-25-2013, 02:53 PM
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I picked my way through the marsh in silence, the mud crawling up my thin, dark legs, leaving each hoof so completely saturated and coated in the thick mud that they even looked brown. Purple eyes scanned the ground as I moved, picking each spot to put the next hoof without sinking deeper into the suction of the cold water and dirt mixture. The moon glinted high in the air, casting shadows of the gnarled and twisted tree branches over head onto the unforgiving earth. I was slowly figuring this place out: where to walk, what to eat, and where I could find a good source of clean water that didn't taste like mud itself. Tiny rounded hoof prints dotted the thinning mud before my very own tracks, leaving me with a perfectly safe trail to follow. Carefully, I placed my own hoof in each track, following the trail carelessly. There was no doubt in my mind that these were made my some on in my own clan; we seemed to be the only ones that knew exactly where to go without falling into the grip of the deathly cold waters. The mud made disturbing sounds due to the amount of water that had built up in each print; something that sucked and gulped up every inch of my foot that it could. My cranium lifted itself back up to watch where I was going, rather than watching the ground. The trees were thinning, allowing some live brush and tiny saplings to form on the edges of the waters. The ground became more solid, still coated in a thin layer of mud, but just enough to make you realize that you still belonged to the bogs. There she was, the bright haired mare that had brought me here to call this shit hole home. She stood by herself, seeming to be quite content with the isolation of the moment. I froze for a moment, dark eyes watching her intently. "Eris." I spoke her name softly in hopes to not startle my leader. Again, I pushed my body into a slow walk, moving toward her left side. The some what solid flooring felt strange under my weight. "Speak." Walk walk AgronA
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