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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 8:38 pm
 Taja made her way from the beach and back into the forest. She had been residing in this area for some time because she wasn't sure where exactly she was going to go if she did leave here. Maybe it was in her best interest to find a traveling partner, or maybe it was time she settled down somewhere. The mare laughed. "So many decisions to be made." She said to herself before nipping at a bush that had berries growing on it. "Mmm." Taja said as she crushed them between her teeth. These berries seemed to only grow in this area of the forest and they were certainly some of the most delicious berries she had ever tasted.
After she had her fill of berries she looked up at the tree's, smelling the gentle breeze that was carrying the smell of the ocean and a flower grove that grew nearby. Taja smiled and lowered her head once again in order to fully take in the scenery. She had managed to get herself into the center of the forest where winter was beginning to show it's face. She was certain if she kept going she would be met with bare tree's and maybe even some snow, she wasn't to far from the mountains. Taja stared at the ground, realizing that in a few hours it would be dark so that meant it was at least mid afternoon. Maybe someone would be out venturing at this time as well. It had been a while since she had last encountered someone in this area.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:40 pm
Scent was always the first thing that led Amayo anywhere. Sometimes it would be a familiar smell, like Father, brother, or the area where he had grown up, each and every plant carrying a resemblance of the word home. And then other times like now, it would be because the feeling of something new tickled his senses.
He had been chasing the scent for a few days now, having gotten a whiff of it while on another smaller exploration. He had smelt it before, the scent of salt air and that humid wet sensation that would coat his fur and make his bangs sick to his snout. But this late in the season the scent of snow usually over ran everything else. He was perplexed especially when he smelt the sweet fragrance of flora. Flowers in winter were certainly not a normal thing!
Moving at a gentle trot the young stallion smiled as the ground beneath his hooves shifted more like beach sand then hard packed earth of the inland forests. Bright lime green eyes peaked behind thick black bangs, widened as he saw the first of his favorite berry another plant he hadn't expected to see this late in season. Before he could stop himself he had already began nipping at the lovely red juicy morsels, the liquid slipping out wonderfully with each crunch.
He was so intoxicated by the berries that he almost missed the light plodding of unfamiliar hooves, though the sound did startle him so badly he began to choak. It took him several minutes to recover, during witch he was embarrassed to think he'd be caught red hoofed, or in this case red mouthed.
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