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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/24b7m8z.jpg] Each step that was taken was visible and yet so incredibly quiet that it appeared the spotted mare was hardly an earthly being. Indeed, she appeared as quite the strange ghost, seeming to float over the grasses as if they were propelling her upward. She was moving at an easy but quick clip, covering the ground beneath her in smooth strides as if she were trying to get somewhere increasingly important to her. As a matter of fact, she had no where to go which, in part, led to her simply wondering over the lands like some traveling vagabond. Many chose to avoid her for the simple reason that she seemed to shun contact and also for the steely gaze that seemed to look right through any who came her way. None the less, she had had her fair share of conversations, not all of them turning out well. As she moved, the world seemed to grow ever darker as if it knew she just wanted to fade away into its deep and heavenly grasps. Granted, the mere coloring of her coat made disappearing nearly impossible but she felt that she should at least attempt to try. The night seemed to pity the floating mare and perhaps it was because she spent so much time under its navy skies. She felt so much more at home in the dark hours of the day than of those graced by the sun. Perhaps it was the fact that the stars seemed to speckle the skies like the round mahogany medallions spread themselves over her own pelt. Maybe, the more plausible reason, she simply felt as if the world were pure being cast in a softer light than that of the harsh sun. As her brain worked and churned within her hardened skull, her amber eyes danced almost lifelessly in their sockets, seeing but not really comprehending. It was at times like these that she was the most vulnerable as she found herself trapped within her own thoughts and they often would not retreat without a fight. Some called her wistful yet the truth of it was that she was merely pondering and found the world a safer place within her mind. Do not get her wrong, she had her fair share of tricks up her sleeve but it would not seem to be so. Ever so slowly, her pace slowed as she reached the edge of the plateau eventually coming to a halt as she inched to the edge. It was a decent sized drop to the plains below and, for the first time that night, she seemed to truly be seeing what was before her and a tremble racked up and down her spine.

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four years . appaloosa x paso fino . mare . unclaimed

horse credited to candigal@DA
table and image credited to rhymeareason@DA

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