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Post by jay on Jul 25, 2009 19:05:19 GMT -5
Light hoofbeats pounded out a spirited tattoo against the dusty banks of Ali Creek. Small puffs of dirt rose in little lingering clouds around the loping creature's hooves. The worn quality of the hooves was a clear sign that they had never seen any human care, but were doing just fine. The natural movement along the rough terrain kept them in good condition without the need for human intervention.
The dirt from the many paths traveled by the young creature had collected slightly among the hairs of his black coat. The most telltale places it gathered were the coronet bands on his front legs and the heart-shaped star on his forehead. His dished face and long-docked tail told of his Arabic heritage. How a pure-blooded horse of such ancestry wound up in the wilderness of Two Tail Plains was uncertain, but he was born and raised in these lands.
Reaching the creek, the black stud colt slowed to an easy walk. He gently splashed his way into the tumbling waters. The cool liquid bubbled easily around his fetlocks, cleaning the dirt from the parts of his coat that it touched, and soothing his tired and aching muscles. With a soft snort, he lowered his muzzle to the clear water to drink. |
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