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Post by xhuttonx on Aug 14, 2010 1:13:04 GMT
Naraskanaia trotted forward then paused as she heard the whickers of other horses, two mares and two stallions, she presumed, by the pitches. Her muscles, covered in blue-roan hair, that had onced rippled with movement now were fozen as ice was. Her ears flicked forward, tense and alert as she slowly walked to the outskirts of where they stood, her body still somewhat hidden by the brush. She was a brumby that was newer to the area, though not new to life itself. She did not react as the two stallions began their brawl, it was not unusual. Though she was wondering who was going to win, so she watched, instead of taking her leave.
The sounds in the area let her know that the chestnut mare had thought it best to leave, lest she were injured. Thankfully, Naraskanaia herself was far enough away that she would not be injured, but she would be able to see the fight with detail, and not have to worry about missing anything. A whicker of interest escaped her muzzle and she quirked her head a tiny bit to the side, blinking slowly.
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