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11-27-2012, 03:14 PM
I was approached by a proud looking stallion, with glistening brown fur, and an onyx mane, like mine. The way he set his head and body, made him look regal, and almost like the leader of a herd. He had a muscular, body and his fur shone. "Hello," I hastily said, starting to feel a little bit self conscious about myself. My legs and hooves were coated with drying mud. I suddenly felt dirty, and embarrassed. "Yes, I fell into quicksand...", I paused before continuing, not wanting to bore him out by constantly talking. "I nearly died in that quicksand...I've never been here before", I said again staring into his deep brown eyes with my mossy colored ones. "Say, where are my manners...I am Orinthia, and you must be?" I paused waiting for the stallions reply.
The stallion reminded me of my cousin Aaron, a bay horse such as this proud stallion. My cousin Aaron though was rude and pushy, and this horse seemed adventurous with a curious glint in his eyes. I was shocked at how muddy I was, as I glanced down at my legs again. Darn....
The stallion reminded me of my cousin Aaron, a bay horse such as this proud stallion. My cousin Aaron though was rude and pushy, and this horse seemed adventurous with a curious glint in his eyes. I was shocked at how muddy I was, as I glanced down at my legs again. Darn....
