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02-14-2013, 01:38 PM
The ebony black mare walked delicately through the fallen leaves. Trees cast twisted shadows across her path, and the summer sun shone its golden rays upon her back. The only sound to be heard was the steady pounding of her hooves on the dirt path. She was walking with a slight limp, but she didn't care. She knew that she was lucky to be alive. She had a silver jagged scar across her shoulder that the stallion she thought who loved her had given her, but she was trying to rid herself of those memories. She had wandered into this unknown land, and hadn't seen another horse for days. But she didn't care. She tossed her mane, and snorted her nostrils. She pranced in place. Then she broke into a steady gallop. Her strait black tail flowed behind her, and she held her elegant head high. The trees were a blur beside her as she raced through the forest. She leaped gracefully over a fallen log, but winced and she landed painfully on her wounded shoulder.She regained her balance, and sped up again, as if she were trying to rid her mind of the horrid dark memories that haunted her past. I'll have a fresh start here.
