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 Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 8:04 am
Will rolled around in the pale white sands, scratching the overpowering itch on his back. He accidentally placed his nose firmly into the sand, and it stuck to the odd array of thick brown hair on his muzzle-- a moustache, as someone once told him it was called.
He got up onto his feet and plodded towards the lake, taking a quick drink and gazing at the tiny fish in the water. They were so care-free... why couldn't he be like that? Just swimming around, without a care in the world, with a hundred of his best friends?
He shook the thought out of his head. He didn't have as many friends as he thought he might have. In the handful of Soquili he'd met, he could only consider two or three of them his friends.
Maybe he could change that...?
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:58 pm
Chaser walked around feeling tired she hhad just spent almost a day with her newest friend Bliss playing tag she shook her mane and looked towards the sky watching the birds flying
Chaser was unlike most she knew so much about birds more than most did which seemed as though most thought of her as 'odd' she sighed watching a blue jay dive towards a tree
She wish she could fly away like a bird..she wish she could fly away from everything sometimes but sometimes she wished to stay she felt someone else being here not just her then she saw a stallion with clothes on?
Her mane blew in the wind as she watched him her tail swishing back and forth
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