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10-21-2012, 05:03 PM
The thin gray mare would not move, as her whole body seemed overcome by frost. She was tired, oh so tired. Her nostrils quivered as she took one trembling step toward the others. Her whole body ached and felt as if she was made of ice. She gave her best effort to make a sound, but all she got was a clogged note out of her chest. She felt like collapsing and not moving at all again, but a small spark of hope flickered inside her. Maybe, just maybe, she could live. Her voice, not thought of for quite a time, came unsteady as the rest of her, "H, (cough, cough) Hello." She could not speak more than that. She was being drained of energy at every trembling step. After not long, she had to stop and cough. And that, it seemed, was as far as she could go.
