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 Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 11:19 am
Scion hadn't realized how boring the world could be. All fresh grown flowers and chirping birds--it was creepily idealistic in his eyes. He exhaled, giving his head a quick shake. The soft green hairs of his mane flopped over his eyes and he snorted again in response, but left them where they fell. They were always in his eyes, no matter what he did--it was just something they had all inherited from their mother it appeared.
Scion kicked a rock in his way as he walked, bored, and watched it bounce down the packed dirt road. Perhaps he would stop for a drink of water, he considered, still able to hearing the stream to his right. He had drank long and hard this morning and while his pace wasn't what one would call intense, he hadn't had a chance to eat anything since the previous night. Perhaps some berries would be found along the path...if not, he might be able to catch himself a fish.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 11:23 am
Silhouette breathed in and out a few times, working himself down from his panic and worry. Shiranai was probably fine, he told himself. She was a grown mare who could take care of herself. His mother had done just the same when she had been the same age and had turned out just fine! That still didn't mean Silhouette shouldn't go out and find her but she could manage for a few days until Sihouette caught up, right? There was no manic rush needed...right?
Silhouette paced back and forth between the two forks. He ducked his head down against the sides of the left fork, poking and prodding at the tall grass and underbrush to see if it would give him any answers. The dirt was a little harder packed on the left side, he thought, or maybe it was just his imagination. The right road was maybe, just a smidge, wider, he though. Maybe.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 11:59 am
Cypress sighed, looking down at his irksome braid. Maybe it was time to get it cut, he considered, as he looked down at the problem. The last two knots on his plait had gotten caught in the prickly shrubbery and the hardy, spiny branches of the brush had managed to worm its way in between the separate bands of hair. It had twisted itself deep in his hair and Cypress wished, not for the first time in the last minute, that he had something sharp and point to just lop off the end and be on his way. He gave his braid another tug, tilting his head up and away, only to grunt a little at the pressure against his head. He turned, halfway this way, halfway that way, tugging all the while in an attempt to dislodge the plant-life from his hair.
He finally took a hoof and twisted his braid around his ankle and gave it another tug. The pressure on his head was lessened, considerably, but still the braid refused to budge from its prison.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 12:03 pm
Scion stepped through the brush, the thick, spiny branches scratching his legs. He kicked them aside without a care, barely feeling the scratches, even as one when deeper than the others and drew a thin line of blood down his right front ankle. They were too deep for him to simply leap over, and despite their short stature, they proved an annoyance. He stomped over them, ignoring them spiny twines tangling in his hair and his tail swished back and forth behind him, displaying his annoyance.
He gave another brush a good kick for good measure, enjoying the sound of the crunching branches underneath his hooves. The stream was not far, no more than a few dozen feet, and already he could hear the sound of rapids growing louder and louder.
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