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Wild Hearts




You were kicked out of your herd, with no choice but to scale the impossibly high peaks, to view the desolate landscape on the other side, the classic horror-story among all equines. Reluctantly, you begin the climb from hell, resting little, and the mountains take their toll on your strength.
Finally, you have traversed far enough to peer over the top, only to find lush pastures of emerald green instead of the golden orange desert you expected. In a daze, you stumble down the peak, barely not falling on your long and arduous descent.
At the feet of the trial, you find a copper-hued czar awaiting you, his deep liquid pools thoughtful.
-Welcome,-
said he -to the Lands belonging to the Equine, where so long as your heart is wild, you are always welcome. Do you wish to stay?- he enquires, leaving the answer in your hands

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Hooves beat upon the ashen ground of Blazing Forests, causing miniature mushroom clouds of dust, poofing up from the earth. The hooves connected to long black legs, strong and powerful, leading up to a heavy, thick body and a short, powerful neck and muscular haunches and flanks. Atop the neck sat a massive, heavy head, the thick mane waving behind while the tail floated along like a shadow. The snorting breath of the stallion broke the quiet as he moved at a heavy trot, his head up and his ears pinned hard back, but occationally coming forward to listen for others.

Where had they gone, Orb and Intriuge and Visions and Rin? It seemed not to long ago they were all here, all the time, and now he hardly ever saw them anymore. Nightmare stopped quickly, raising his head and looking about him, his muzzle letting a low, shrill whistle escape his muzzle. His harks came forward as his whipcord lashed against his side, hard enough to cause welts. His orbs scanned his land, charred and burnt and black and grey with ashes and dead trees. Arching his thick boa, he rose a few inches off the ground, then came down hard, ash and dust rising and coating his black forelegs.

Nightmare snorted again and shook his head, standing square and tall, head up and ears pinned back, his soulless orbs scanning the land. Was he alone for reals, or were the vixs simply off doing their own things? Only time would tell, and, he hoped, it wouldn't be a lot of time.


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When I ran the ground shook... the skies opened and mere mortals parted...parted my way to victory.

Definition, TURE LOVE: When you would rather see the one you love happy with somebody else than miserable with you.

Some people are like slinkies; not good for anything, but still bring a smile to your face if you push them down a flight of stairs!!
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