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Post by Hoofbeat on Dec 30, 2009 18:07:57 GMT -5
Running With The Wind
The sun moves to the top of the sky. The trees have heavy shadows across the open lands, somewhat still barren. Some equines could be seen coming. Though some just pass through. A black statue stood looking down over the lands upon a tall hill. His silver optics scanned through the lands. Claiming these were his. Though he called this his wild, there were many other lands upon each side. The North, East, South, and West all housed their own lands. Each vacant, or nearly vacant. More were evacuating here, in hopes of finding a great new home. Other are just getting away from what they knew. Either way they were welcomed.
The stallions kissers parted way for a whinny to break free, echoing though the lands. Inviting any souls who wishes a new home. His ebonite statue walked down the tall hillside before breaking into a gallop. He was now Running With The Wind.
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