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Post by koresh on Nov 19, 2011 21:57:39 GMT
The heat of the day was slowly dissipating as the sun sank down below the horizon. The men were going back to their huts after a long day's work. Horses that had been grazing along the ridge to keep away from them and their cattle during the day were slowly spilling out into the gap. Foals tuckered out from the day's adventures were sprawled out next to their grazing dams, sides rising and falling in a peaceful sleep. Stallions kept a watchful eye over their women and their progeny. Every once in a while they would lower their heads to snatch up a mouthful of grass before jumping back to attention.
Yera remained up on the ridge's crest. He could not go down into the gap while there were so many other equines down there. The sight of him would surely cause some sort of bizarre and possibly catastrophic reaction. He did not even want to start thinking about all of the gruesome possibilities. So instead he grazed quietly, flicking his tail back and forth to deter flies from landing on his tender skin. Said hide was a shimmering snowy white, the same exact shade as his mane and tail. Though he looked as if ripping up grass was his sole focus at the moment, the Nightrunner was watching and listening carefully for any suspicious sounds. It would be hard to sneak up on him.
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Post by koresh on Nov 26, 2011 0:26:06 GMT
bump?
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Post by Ehetere on Nov 26, 2011 4:59:57 GMT
I can't really reply with Bilba atm since she's involved in another earlier thread where a colt is trying to steal her =/
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