The stallion launched himself over many objects in his path. Nothing could stop him. He wanted to get home, or, wherever. He wanted to visit places unknown. As he was an outcast, a nomad, no home to return to. The stallion pushed himself, feeling sweat cake his coat. He charged, his hooves kicking up snow and earth. He slipped, but regained his balance and continued his gallop, feeling rather tired, but adrenaline was released into his blood flow, and he galloped forward, full steam ahead to the destination.
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