you.move.me [Open]

[[Demmy;]]

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[bg=458568] <3. It was a cold dawn. The sun lit the sky with many beautiful colours of fall. The layer of frost that lay on the brown grass was removed by my moving hooves. Brushing the grass, making my soot hooves jet black. The birds in the trees sang a morning song. I never normally hear them because I am still asleep. It was a different day. I had to keep moving from the ever growing danger of more and more stallions each day. They seemed to come from the ground up. Many of them devils, but some saints. It was just a matter of time before I met a saint that I could call my own. Or even a friend for that matter. Not like I had any. I was walking alone... was I not? Other then the wind that never left my side, all I found was nature to be my love. It is not the kindest thing to the heart. It gives and takes life in a matter of seconds. You could be killed by the water, or fire, or even earth itself in less then a few seconds. That is why I liked air. As much as it is furious and unpredictable, it is normally soft. I know it is there, because I can feel it every step that I take. <3. This is not a normal place for many to be. The war grounds where a place of danger. I did not want anymore trouble then I have gotten myself into already. Oh, please don't let me find any trouble. I walked passed a stone. It was frosted over by the morning, which gave it the most beautiful shine. I walked over to it, looking closer at the texture. It looked like it said 'Clayalitay' written in chips that where taken in hooves. It looked like a lot of perfectly organized scratches. I leaned forward and rubbed my muzzle to it. I mumbled, "Rest in peace, Clayalitay." then walked away from it. I did not want to wake her from her humble sleep. She did a great thing for my family, and many on the Village grounds. I was lucky to know some of her history. word.count. 370

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He moved softly over the broken landscape. His trot easy and flowing, eating distance. The war grounds. A place he really didn't enjoy being. That's why it became his sole purpose in life to pass this ruined land as quick as he could. His goal was before the sun set. At this rate, he would. Banner flashing around his body as if signaling an S.O.S, he picked up the pace, his head high and nares flaring, taking in much needed oxygen to keep his lungs full. His heart pumping much needed blood around his thick, muscled body. A small layer of sweat coated his chestnut frame, making his coat sleek and shiny.

A soft breeze moved the gelding forward. Yes, gelding. He was a castrated male horse. A gay castrated male horse. His short mane bobbed about his neck as he pranced along. His gait turning into an extended trot. Powerful shoulders pushing most of his body forward, while his thick hindquarters provided thrust. His light tail flowing out behind him as he moved.

Then his brown orbs lay on a mare. He threw his hind legs beneath him and slid to a stop. Almost within a horse length of her. She was small. But like all mares, Amule was terrified of her. A mare ruined him. They were scary creatures. He stared at her a moment then bowed his head and said softly "Please don't eat me."

OOC: So so so so so. Sorry this took so long. We can get the plot between them working now!