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[Seven]

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She shook her head, silky banners waving in motion. Disappointed. She was disappointed. The mare expected more of this place. Sand.. All that was there to see was just some stupid sand, scorching her legs whenever they sank too deep. She was running. Running since what seemed like forever. And all her tired eyes could spot was an endless sea of sand.

Scorching. The heat was scorching, annoying, enraging. The fur atop her flanks burned, as the sunlight blazed across it much like a bullet. Nostrils flared, eyes squint, she galloped all her worth for naught. Sand. Only sand. Everything else seemed not to exist anymore. Just the untakebale heat, the beaming sun, and the sand.. Torn neighed, hoping one could hear her.

Suddenly, he was there. His pelt, black as an abyss, his face hidden behind a waterfall of mane. He just stood there. Watching. He was there. Right there. She wanted to kill him. She wanted it as badly as she wanted to get out of here. Charging at full speed, her hooves, although silenced by the deep sand, still thundered against the ground, leaving speckles flying behind her. Her banners flew up and danced in the air. Her eyes would show nothing but pure hatred and disappointment as she charged at him at full speed. Hooves clashed with his body. It twisted, squirmed, twirled and disappeared into the nothingness, leaving the mare fighting with hot air.

She collapsed into the sand. Wiggling around, the mare fastly got up and looked around. She was enraged. Tricked by a mere mirage? Just an illusion? Tourniquet shot herself up, rearing in pure rage. He tricked her once again, leaving her here. Alone.

Sun slowly setting beyond the horizon, the heat slowly left its desert behind. Oh, she knew what followed. Of course she knew. Cold. Freezing cold would spread across the lengths of the desert, accompanied by sightless dark. Lost. She would never admit it, but she was lost.[/font]

muse;; yay for paragraphs starting with an S ((:
words;; 326
ooc;; i'm back. or am i?
music;; mechanical moth - velvet dancer
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[mismile]

Excelsior motioned for his herd to remain behind him as they approached a lone mare. He trotted over to greet her.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, concern filling his eyes. The sun was almost down, bathing his shining brown coat in a soft outline of gold. His face was soft. His mane and tail look as though they had been well groomed recently, shimmering the faint sunlight as he moved. All his mares were just as well groomed, as if they were coming from a show. Their foals were a little dusty, but they weren't expected to gleam if they were to buck and play. This mare didn't fit in with his herd. She didn't look like she had been in the desert long, as her coat still looked healthy, but she was different somehow. How long would she survive on her own?

[whisper]

Whispers heart pounded softly, she walked slowly over the sad. The scorching sun was hot along her back but she diden't care. Then she noticed something, something different. She had been walking alone for almost an hour, but know she could see the pounding hoof marks in the sand and dust was kicked up, making her cough. There was a herd here... but where? She kept her ears pricked adn looked around constintly. She was a beutiful silver dapple mare, the sun was making her coat shine. But she was too wary to notice. A herd of horses could be closer then she would think...