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11-04-2012, 09:36 AM
The grey mare flinched at the piercing glare of the lion. She became tense, and backed away. She stomped. Anger rushed through her. Her rough, rarely used voice spoke: "And what does he intend to do to me? Braveness was her best attribute, and now, she was feeling it coming to her. She may have been alone, cold, stiff, and weak, but now, she let it all fall out of her mind and leave. She finally turned and walked to a large tree and pawed the ground, looking for grass. She would not let her fear overcome her. She hoped the others wouldn't notice her trembling.
