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Post by Thunder on Feb 17, 2010 8:29:18 GMT -5
Mistress snaked onto the terrain of the Rolling Hills, her black orbs scanning the environment. Her skin was ruined with a few small battle scars, scattered across her body. This mare had been in her fair share of fights in her youth, some for land, some for war. Others just for cruel fun. Her limbs were powerful and straight, her mane and tail long and untamed. Her nape was long and curved, but muscular.Sweat soaked her silver pelt and dripped off her nostrils, but she didn't notice.
The grass swayed and twisted in the cool soft breeze. Mistress stepped heavily onto the soil, leaving torn up dirt and dust behind her. Making a dull 'thud' with each careless stride. She paused and raised her nose to the air, inhaling deeply. Horses were around, but none too close. Satisfied that she was alone, Mistress let her frame drop to the earth beneath a tall gathering of trees. Nibbling at the sweet lush grass as she laid down, she wondered what was ahead of her at Mystic Freedom. Mistress closed her eyes for just a moment, and sleep crept up upon her. Her muzzle slowly lowered until it was resting on the grass. It is dangerous to sleep in unknown territory, Mistress knows this.
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