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Post by Spitz on Jan 10, 2009 12:30:54 GMT -5
'Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.'
The mare walked slowly, her head down and she was ashamed. She didn't want life to end like this, her a lonely mare with two children who both turned away from herself. She looked down at the lake and at her reflection, a lonely mare looked back at her and she heard a whisper from far away "Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun" it seemed to say and she raised her head and saw nothing. The mare walked slowly, she had no purpose now and everything was different, Cascada was her name. She then whispered quietly "I am a failure, no one should look up to me" and in her eyes it was true but in others that was a lie.
She heard another whisper, it was closer "shine on you crazy diamond." it seemed to say and Cascada looked up and saw a figure, a arabian horse. She went to talk but it galloped, into the trees and away. "Who are you?" Cascada whispered and got no answer but she would soon find her answer. She listened as much as she could at the hoofbeats of the mysterious horse but they faded away and the world was left silent.
'Shine on you crazy diamond.'
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Post by s q u e e z i e-People Eater on Jan 10, 2009 12:51:31 GMT -5
The beast watched the mare from within the trees. A heartless creature who stood tall, and never lost a battle. The evil orb was turned upon the mare, it's blue hue a startling contrast against the orangey brown of the face of whom it belonged. It watched silently as the mare seemed to see something he could not. She would be easy to play.
Squeezie stepped out into the open, the bright white splashes on his hindquarters reflecting the sun, his dark chocolate mane slightly lifted in the breeze. "What is your curse mare?" he said, his words of pure evil, yet masked with an odd false friendliness. He looked down upon her, his head still slightly turned so his single blue orb was visible. "What are you doing out on a day like this? There are dangerous horses about, trying to corner lone mares like yourself" His politeness, and concern was nothing more than a lie, though he spoke the truth about the stallions. He himself was out to corner mares, and pass on his seed.
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