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05-25-2014, 01:29 PM
Black hooves beat against the ground kicking up dust into the scattered light filtering the floor below the canopy. The only sound was the rushing of tree leaves as the trees talked to one another. A light breeze swayed over head but it did not send chills down the mare's ivory back; nor did it dance in her auburn mane. Light green eyes gazed beyond her white face as it studied the empty dirt road ahead covered in fallen leaves and rodent tracks. The mare's ears stood straight facing toward, only twitching time to time to check for any noise of a predator.
The dame wondered where she was. Where was this road taken her? She just wanted to find a stream or pond for her throat was dry and her body slowly becoming hydrated. She continued, lost, with a want of an unknown destination.
