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Post by Twisted Intentions™ on Oct 11, 2008 19:37:03 GMT -5
Majic walked into an open meadow in the middle of the forest and she sighed. She hadn't seen anyone she knew since they had been moved here. Her black coat was silky and shiny and her mane flowed beautifully. The sun and the mist intertwined creating a rainbow and she dipped her muzzle in the stream and got a cold drink. She lifted her head and moved over to the tree line and just stood there, leaning against one of the trees. Her eyes were open but they didn't move and her ears were consatntly flicking back and forth listening to everything.
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Post by Twisted Intentions™ on Dec 28, 2008 22:13:07 GMT -5
As the sun started to rise Majic laid down in the meadow and rolled over onto her side. So much had been happening lately it was hard not to give up. Dark still hadn't found a fitting lead mare and the mares in the herd were going crazy over it, always thinking they would get chosen. She had no place to turn to for peace and quiet and here, which with the way things were going, she knew she'd be here alot more often. Like Volturnus said, 'When it rains, it pours...'
She lifted her head slightly as she heard another creature but she wasn't worried about it. If it wanted to kill her, it had another thing coming.
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