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Post by B oo g i e T.ime on May 26, 2007 18:59:24 GMT -5
Two souls were driven away from their home one rainy Sunday. A small whickere was emit from the buckskin filla on the left. The ebony stallion snorted and tossed his cerebrum. The two 'quines were yanked through the growing storm. Tall, fragile Foxy lay back her audits and worried. She whickered to her friend once more as if saying, Where are we going? A snort escaped Orca's nasels. Little did they know they were never going back home... Lightning cracked in the sky and thunder boomed into the horses' harks. Suddenly there was the sound of skidding tires and a loud CRASH!!!
A small rain drop cascaded onto Foxy's black muzzle. A hark twitched and both mocha orbs flashed open. A hoarse nicker was emit from her aly's mug. Crania turned and occuli glance at Orca. She nudged him and watched him squeal in pain. She whinnied for her owners in distress. Where were they? She glanced over to a truck upside down, two dead bodies by it. The trailer walls were fallen apart, too. The Thoroughbred was free! But, she couldn't leave Orca. She stood beside him and waited for help.
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Post by Take Action on May 27, 2007 9:17:39 GMT -5
Riley was out walking the stretch seeing what it was like before she brought saint trenton here. She sighed it was so peaceful here. She jumped as she heard a loud crash some where near. She glanced around not seeing anything. She continued to walk forward back toward the stables. She glanced to her left and noticed a small ridge of something toward the road it slightly resmebled a horse trailer and truck. She glanced again they seemed to be turned over. She walked toward the scene hearing the neight of a horse she relized something was wrong. She was only a few yards away now and could see how bad everything was. She pushed her wet locks of hair from her face. It hadn't been raining when she'd started her walk. She glanced at the sky no signs of it giving up either. She reached the side of the trailer sand saw the two horses apparently hurt but she wasn't sure of the other one.
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Post by B oo g i e T.ime on May 27, 2007 9:36:18 GMT -5
Nervous occuli glanced over to the femmine. Cerebrum tossed and a dagger struck Hell's roof. Nape arched as Foxy two-beat over to her and let a whinny escape her mug. She rubbed her crania agaist the girl's arm, trying to get of the leather halter with her name on it. The filla cantered over to Orca and nudged him gently with her muzzle.
Orca squealed and tried staggering to his daggers. He collasped and attempted once more. The stallion limped feebly next to Foxy; his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
{museless. *attacks muse* WORKKKKKKK}
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Post by Take Action on May 27, 2007 11:53:22 GMT -5
Riley stood there trapped by indecesion she wasn't sure what to do. She watched as the mare was always at the stallions side. She walked toward the two horses and winced the stallion looked weak and hurt. She walked toward the mare first. "Come here girl." she clucked to her hoping to get her to walk over so she could try to catch her. She thought again and walked over to the trailer hoping to find a lead rope or something.
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