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Post by Unbridled Freedom on Dec 13, 2006 23:45:13 GMT -5
The runt stayed at the back,he was small compaired to the rest.Maybe around the age of three?Or less.This runt ment nothing to the pack really.But he would make his way to the top,maybe standing nest to the lead of this band some day,ot maybe he would just leave because he would have a better life.He snorted and tossed his black mane.His coat the color of an oak,it shone red in the sun,as he crossed through shadows it turned to a dark reddish brown color that had the look of dried blood.He stayed at least a fot away from the rest,not wanting to get kicked by the older,bigger,stronger brutes.
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Post by Freedom on Dec 14, 2006 19:04:04 GMT -5
Black Ice was with his other mare and her new born foal in the forest. He perked his auds hearing horses galloping. He bolted out of the shadows seeing the horses. He bolted satopping infront of them What do you want? He snarled at them his auds pinned, but not scared. He snorted not wanting to really fight, but he would do anything for his mares.
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