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 Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 2:03 pm
 Ah the winter season, the crisp air was like a mother's hug to a certain mare as she stepped through the ankle deep snow drifts out on the open plain. The wind was but a gentle breeze sifting the soft white snow from place to place and dragging it's chilly fingers through the mare's evergreen colored locks and over her dark colored body. Bleak white eyes themselves refused to open as she kept walking. Stopping a moment, and nose raised to the wind, she could feel that maybe she wasn't alone out on this lovely day.
The sun too was quite warm to her frost colored back, keeping her from completely chilling through and through. Alaska stood admiring not really the scenery as she couldn't really see anything, past the blackness of her own abyss. Tail twitching behind her, she started walking again, letting the blood warm her now numb ankles. "What a lovely day." She said out loud to herself, or perhaps to any that could have heard her. Either way, she wasn't the slightest displeased with the cool of the day, nor of the snow that washed against her sides in the wind. It was just like... Home.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 5:37 pm
 Ama watched gentle pieces of fluff land on her nostril. The heat of her breath in puffs before her. The mare stood solidly mesmerized by the whiteness of the land. It has already been a year since this landscape has turned white again. How fast time flies. The cold air sent a shiver down her spine. She had no cover or extra coat to coat herself with like the two-leggers. Ama had to admit, she was freezing. Spring was her favourite time, not now. Soon spring will be around the corner.
The sun was still out regardless it barely came out during this season. It gave a nice light warm touch to her body. Still it wasn't enough to keep her warm. A small movement broke her solid form. Slowly taking hold of her legs, the aqua bright coat still vibrant against the whiteness, moved gently across the landscape. The forest she lived in, seem to be asleep. It often was during winter days. Silence stood still, but it was soon disturbed by a voice not too far off. Very close, in fact.
Her wary eyes bolted from side to side, waiting for something ferocious to emerge upon her. Her life would end and she would never see Spinel again. Ama began to panic inside. It's been months since she's seen Spinel, it's been months since she seen anyone. Ama never felt lonely, not until she met Spinel, anyways. She had appeared outside of her forest in search of some company, the right company for her. Not just anyone. The voice seem to echo off a bit. Ama left her ears erected, cold they were. It didn't sound like a negative attitude. She didn't quite catch what it said but she will investigate. The mare poked her nose into the air and took a brief sniff. The scent smelt....familiar. Her heart raced as she hoped it was Spinel, however a part of her knew it wasn't but someone else she'd perhaps enjoy the company of. Chances come and go, here was the chance to approach someone. Stepping outside of her own typical shyness, Ama took a breath and began her stroll towards whomever it is.
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