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08-19-2012, 01:16 PM
 Amira snorted and then looked up to see another mare. She looked over the beautiful coat and smiled. She had never really seen other horses but her mother and farther. She smiled at the mare and looked behind her to see if she brought others. None. She looked back to the mare. “Hello Leyra. My name is Amira.” Her kissers spoke with gentleness. She watched as the mare walked closer to her slinder body of black. Amira felt the cold rush through the woods and hit against the two equine bodies. Amira didn’t like winter at all and never did. She was a autumn horse, not a winter one at all. She snorted and pawed at the ground with a bit of madness. “Winter can’t come yet, Autumn hasn’t been long enough. Well, for me, at least.” Amira watched at the trees blew with the whistling wind and the rabbits and squirrels ran along the ground looking for some food for the winter. Amira looked back at the black and white mare. She admired this mare but didn’t know why. Amira smiled and looked her straight in the eyes. She felt like bowing to the mare but didn’t because it might seem a little weird to her. Word Count: 210 OCC: Trying to get to Leyra. Action "Thought" "Speaking"  |
