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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 2:54 pm
Tsela gave a small snort as he approached the small stream. The water was cold and he was a little worried about the mud that his hooves started to slightly sink into. Ther was nothing worse then mud clinging to his fur and making him dirty. His father didn't see the point of why he was so worried about staying clean, he had never been so fussy in his life. Tsela on the other, hadn't things that weren't clean or needless to say neat or pretty, even bugs bothered him to be near him. Taking a step back from the stream Tsela gave a small shake of his head to avoid anymore mud.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 3:00 pm
The palomino mare had just finished her race with Flit, and began to realize that her mouth was dry, and she needed something to drink.. Deciding to pass on the juices the two legger Anusha always made, she opted for the stream that was up ahead.
She waited till the little peacock colored Wolf caught up to her in huffs and puffs of breath and started for where the water should be.
Her creme mane was billowing out because the wind had done a number on it, and everything else for that matter.
Her tail stuck to her flanks with the sweat that came from her pelt.
"This way Flit, it isnt too far."
Esperanza said, looking with chocolate orbs at the little wolf.
He looked so tired, and she knew that if he hadnt had claws she would offer a ride on her back.
But she had attempted that before, and she wouldnt again.
Blue and green paws padded through the grass painfully. His lungs hurt and he was tired now. Races with Esperanza were killer, but he continued to try because quitting wasnt in his blood.
Normally he could keep up. But today hadnt been his day at all.
Huffing a breath, he continued to march on to the promise of water.
"Not far she says..."
He grumbled, shaking his head at her kind glare.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 9:04 pm
Walking along the edge of the small stream, Tsela was able to find a small patch of stream with a rocky edge, a place where he could step without sinking too far into the mud.
Lowering his head he took a deep glup of fresh, sweet water. It was refreshing and more then what he could have thought of. Taking in a small glup of air before pluginging his head into the water, he watched as the water bubbled up before his eyes. Giving a small giggle and choking on a small glup of water Tsela shook his head. Count his luck on sucking back water when he was trying to have fun. But nevertheless he was amused.
Taking a minute he dipped his hooves into the cold water, washing the mud off his hooves before prancing around without a care in the world.
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