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09-04-2013, 12:28 PM
It had been a long journey for the blue night sky colored mare had been walking under heavens stars for awhile. Her body told a tale of nothing, but sorrow, pain, grief, and remorse; pain being the most prevalent on the lady’s features, which held some nasty looking scars. There was night breeze nipping at them as the horse came into her other senses recognizing trees all around her. For a brief second the animal thought she was back at the bloody entrance to these strange lands, but felt an empty relief when the trees had a different bark to them. Looking around the equine grew a little nervous there was something omniscient about this place. The way the twigs snapped under pressure of the black hooves may have been similar to that of breaking bone; thinking that the horse’s face twitched violently remembering how one time a horse broke her cheek. If it wasn't for the mare’s dam that injury surely would have killed her, but in turn for finally taking care of her daughter the mare was killed right in front of the blue fe’s matching colored eyes. There came into the stage the treaded remorse for not getting able to know how her embrace felt or what it would have been like if the mother was able to raise her child.
In a way Echo had missed her, but it was a bitter missing like “if you were here I would tell you how terrible a parent you were” but in reality she probably would have just forgiven her. Coming out into a little of a clearing in the woods the mare spun around in a circle lost; all the while her mane and tail all knotted to ruined flew like a ragged war torn banner. Getting frustrated the mare kept on going forward arguing with the stallion part of her brain that she soulfully hated. After awhile the horse just held her head low to the ground wanting to cry.
In a way Echo had missed her, but it was a bitter missing like “if you were here I would tell you how terrible a parent you were” but in reality she probably would have just forgiven her. Coming out into a little of a clearing in the woods the mare spun around in a circle lost; all the while her mane and tail all knotted to ruined flew like a ragged war torn banner. Getting frustrated the mare kept on going forward arguing with the stallion part of her brain that she soulfully hated. After awhile the horse just held her head low to the ground wanting to cry.
