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Post by toxic on Aug 31, 2009 16:45:22 GMT -5
The bay stallion galloped through The Hills. The rythimic beats of his hooves closely resembled the sound of thunder. There was no reason for this sudden run, just a spark of energy. The thunder began to slow before stopping altogether. Long mane fell over his eyes as he looked around the area. Ears twitched and moved searching for any threatening sounds.
A snort was emitted and he craned his neck brushing his muzzle against the lucious green tendrels. Pearly whites ripped up the grass before being consumed. He enjoyed this graze in a relaxed atmosphere. Neck would slightly lift when he found it time to make sure things were still safe. Nothing was there. Just how he liked it.
But the fact that it was so quiet just seemed to make him edgy for some reason. Something was bound to happen. The question was, when?
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