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Post by horsesflyifly on Jul 6, 2009 12:12:53 GMT -5
xX.Spider.Xx The Small black mustang mare stood on the crest of the hill like a silhouette, intelligent dark eyes focused intently on the strange place below her. A strange place of metal and concrete with objects beyond her description, but there was one thing familiar, the smell of other horses.
She could see something of these 'strange' horses, standing, confined in small spaces as if it was the most natural thing in the world, although there was one horse that looked a little unhapppy, a black arab that was moving his head side to side with stress and taking a chunk out of the thing that kept him from his freedom.
At least one horse here thinks straight and the equine equivalent of a grin crossed her ebony features before she began her descent down the hill, her main and tail blowing back slightly with the cool breeze that was blowing from the north.
When she got to the bottom of the hill, she was dissapointed to find a fence blocking her way. all she wanted to do was to talk to these horses, why did they accept this? what made them stay confined in such a small space for most of their days?
her nostrils widened, a strange scent entered them.
Why did they accept those strange creatures around them?
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 7, 2009 11:26:53 GMT -5
Dotted Mayson (click) was lazily grazing around the spacious pen outside of her stall. She was rather hot on the humid day, her nares took in a breath of moisture and warm atmosphere. With a sigh, she exhaled heavily.
May moved to the fenceline that separated her world and the others' world. She reached her velvet muzzle through the pipe fence spacing and reached for the high, overgrown blades that lay beyond her stretch. She lipped at the ones she could manage to touch and snatched them greedily with young molars.
When she took her head up to its normal position, she spotted a black horse. Automatically, May whinnied to the equine in greeting - being the typical, polite filly she was. She stood, stretched above the high pipes that would keep that kind out. Curiosity struck her bone, she caught a breeze and wiffed the scent of the horse - another mare. She tossed her head and whinnied again.
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