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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 7:55 pm
 Will was sick of this random stuff.
He had been wandering around the riverbank for days now, searching for good food. And what did he find? Nothing but a few measly sprigs of something strong and smelly, and something he dared not touch. Sighing heavily, he turned back towards the open meadow; there, he would find lush grasslands and sweet-smelling flowers.
Hopefully.
He decided he'd take the chance. If nothing else, he'd just walk right on back to eat the smelly stuff again. The path to the meadow wasn't long, only a few miles, but it was surrounded by dense woodland that frightened him a little... hopefully nothing would jump out and scare him
No. He was Will Turner! He wasn't afraid of anything...
Or was he?
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 11:02 am
 Many an equine would avoid having to cut through the woods instead of following a path. But Esha wasn't one of them. She loved an adventure, a new experience-and weaving through the dense forest seemed to be one in itself. She trotted around a large oak, hearing the crunch of twigs under her hooves as she went. Her lavender eyes spotted a log up ahead, strewn out across the ground. With a grin and a flick of her tail she increased her speed to a light canter and leaped over the obstical with a laugh and a flourish. She landed on the otherside and slowed to a walk and then stop, looking around her. It seemed she had stumbled onto an actual trail. And there was someone on it.
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