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Post by alouette2 on Nov 27, 2008 11:29:29 GMT -5
Lilac's hooves lashed out lightly over the luxurious grass. It was midday, but the air was still heavy with dew and carried the scent of fresh rain. Breathing deeply, Lilac started down the hilly landscape. Her hooves majestically carried her body over to a small clearing between two hills. The sun shone through the trees, the illuminating light reflecting on her slightly dappled, rose-grey coat. Lilac had been traveling for many years, never truly finding a home to her liking, never truly found herself madly in love with anyone, never truly found herself proud of her outstanding progress in life. She did not know if she would stay in these lands for very long; she never really felt as though she was accepted for who she was. The most likely reason was that she was under-fed. Lilac hadn't had a good meal in what seemed like ages. Her once full, muscular body had weakened itself, shriveling up and looking gaunt with ribs showing. However, Lilac was a pretty, young fae and with a decent meal or two her body will fill out and meet it's prior stance. Hastily, she bent her well defined Shagya Arabian head to the ground and began munching on the green grass. It wouldn't be long before someone would come up to her, not long at all...
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Post by ◊ Dreamer ◊ on Nov 27, 2008 20:53:56 GMT -5
post tomarrow. Too Tired.
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