{Open} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter

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"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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{Open} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter

Rubble

Nomad

07-06-2017, 11:46 AM

Rubble slowed to a trot and came closer to Tangerine. "Hello." She said, her voice was loud, not to loud, "Yes, everything is fine." She said with a slight dip of her head. "I come from a place far away. I came across a big water to get here." She said. "I mean I don't know what its called, but it was BAD place. So as a herd of four, we came across, and I was the only one that made it." Her voice grew a little more solemn at the end but then brightened again. "But that's in the past. Its okay." She pranced in place. "I'm just excited to be here, and find some new horses." She ended with an excited snort.

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