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Post by s o y ღ on Jul 13, 2008 14:15:20 GMT -5
>A great day for freedom
On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks on the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
[and i threw up my hooves]
A thin coat of sweat covered the two-toned pelt. Conditioned muscles moved easily in unision with each other, gathering themselves quickly before taking flight. Hooves sprang from the ground as the lithe creature leapt over a small stream. The stallion snorted, his breath visible for a fraction of a second before he crashed recklessly through it in his wild, uncontrollable gallop. H eleft a trail in the air, though. A smoky haze hung where he'd been, disappearing quickly but far too slowly for the stallion. He had no intention of slowing down to wait for his breath marks. They tabbed where he'd been, a frosted, transparent, only-lasting-a-few-seconds trail to find the paint.
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