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Post by triplezilla on Jan 30, 2011 18:10:30 GMT -5
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Lived trotted through the grass. Feeling it prick her each time she landed on it. Her curly mane and tail surfing the wind. Her crown held high to the sky and her audits standing up, her nostrils active. But then she stopped. Her nostrils smelt more then her own scent. But a stallions scent too. Very close. Lived turned around and followed the excisting smell as she picked her standers up high and her ears pinnd back. Her mane glued to her neck and her tail stuck to her hindquarters. She lifted her crown more and pulled back. The smell dissapeared. It was coming from the other direction. Where she had first been. Which was odd because the smell was strongest from over here.
Lived recalculated her position and began to slowly walk with her head to the ground as she lightly pretended to smell the grass. She looked around. Still no sign of the stag that had been so strong of scent. Maybe he went running away, far soI can't smell him. She thought. But then she realized that was a lie. The scent came again and this time she was extremely alert. She began to canter down the hill where she had resided for quite a while. It was dawn and the sun was setting in the horizon. Which made this meadow see extremely nice. But Lived kept cantering down the hill. Her legs succeeded to carry her across the earth. Every day. They never faild her.
After running for a while the scent dissapeared once again. She was no longer going to chase her pitiful imagination that tricked her. It was now night and she huffed and puffed catching her breath from the long run. But the night suddenly came to a halt, it seemed as if it was taking a very slow breath that took all night. And kept it dark. As the day seems to stream by in a matter of sudden minutes.
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Post by shady on Jan 30, 2011 19:41:53 GMT -5
Atlas
Thick pistons carried the brute through the grass. It was only up to the middle of his legs, but to others it would be further up, closer to their stomachs, he mused. The sun had set just a few moments before, and even in such a short time, the land seemed to release it's breath, beginning to finally cool down. With his dapple gray coat seemingly a beacon to others during this time of darkness, Atlas grazed in the peacefulness of night. The wind blew softly, changing directions every now and again. The stag's steel blue eyes looked up momentarily, catching a flash of white not too far away.
Lifting his large head up, Atlas searched for the flash of white, and then focused on a distant figure. It was shaped as a horse, and it seemed as if they had slowed down. Flicking his tail, the large stallion slowly made his way towards the other horse, his pace a slow, lilting canter. Before long, he was close enough to make out more details, and slowly to a leisurely walk.
Not wanting to spook the other horse, who hadn't spotted him yet, Atlas raised his head, “Hello there,” he called out to them, slowing to a near halt as he stayed a respectable distance away. As the moon slowly began it's journey into the sky, the stud's mottled coat became a blaring contrast of colors as the whites and grays lightened and darkened. A small, welcoming smile spread across his lips as he dipped his head to the mare, “It's a pleasure to meet a new face. I am Atlas, may I ask what your name is?”
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