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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:00 pm
As he opened his eyes in the morning, Mahavir had to shield his face from the blazing sun. But as he gradually grew use to the light, Mahavir was shocked at what he saw. Everything in sight was covered in a blanket of soft white, including him. Mahavir gave a cold shiver as he realized this and abruptly stood up. Shaking his head, Mahavir tried to free what little flakes had gotten themselves caught up in his hair. But this was no use; they were only replaced by new ones falling from the sky.
Giving up this fruitless fight, Mahavir began to survey his now strange surroundings. The snowfall might have been light, but it covered every branch and every rock. "Oh man!" Mahavir groaned. He was not a winter horse.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:12 pm
Orange Blossom, was huddled under a tree, the large plant having grown at an angel only to be covered by overgrown bushes provided a meager shelter for the little mare, but it was better then nothing. she was curled tightly into a little ball, most unusual for a horse to sleep, her orange and yellow hat resting atop her curly maned head.
She was a creature of warm sunlight and gentle kind breezes, not this harsh cold that gripped the land. Yes just yesterday she had been frolicking in the fluffy vastness, but now the novelty was starting to wear thin as more and more fell. Her flank was traced with delicate veins, rick with lush fruit, dainty blossoms, and graceful leaves, and just like her namesake the snow was taking its toll on her.
her curly tail flicked, brushing against one of the bushes of her impromptu shelter, and it caused snow to fall all around her, peppering her once more with the stuff. She sighed... which ended in a shiver, and curled up even tighter around herself, her tiny body giving off a faint quiver.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:30 pm
As Mahavir looked around, his eye caught sight of the small fire he had put together the previous might. It had been made of several small twigs, one large branch, and some dead, dried leaves. What remained unburned of the fire had been coated with a layer of snow that only allowed a tiny branch to be seen. Mahavir wouldn't have been so dishearted at this sight if it weren't for the fact that there were no more leaves insight. They must have all been forced from their branches by the falling snow; after all they were dead and could no longer cling to the tree.
Sadly, these naked trees were the only plant life near Mahavir. There wasn't even a bush he could bury himself in. Deciding it was time to move on, Mahavir began to wander around searching for signs of life. Around him, the flakes continued to flutter down endlessly in a dance.
After what seemed like an endless journey, Mahavir came upon a small bundle of bushes. He started towards the largest one but stop suddenly when it gave a small shudder. "What the..?" Mahavir started to say.
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