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A few hours had passed and the mares had grown tired of the salty sea. They made their way towards the river where they doused themselves and cleaned their coats of the crust that formed from the salt. Then, back underneath the gentle shade of the coconut palms, they groomed one another, detangling their plumage that had twisted amongst themselves in the wind that always seemed to blow within the cove. Amara sat towards the outide of the small group of five, watching the woodlands around them in the distance. Though she knew nothing had ever gotten down here with them, her natural, prey instincts always left her wary enough to check occasionally. |
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his white mane blew in the breeze as he woke and lifted his head he smelt the mares closer and stood shaking the dirt off his coat as he walked he ran into an odd colored mare stepping out of the way he spoke "sorry" he dropped his head to show he wasnt a danger his halter slipping forward |
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Amara stood just a ways from the mares, grazing contently. She watched from the corner of her blue orbs as one of the dark mares slowly venutered away in the opposite direction. She lifted her head slightly, a cheeky grin slid across her muzzle as she called out. "Don't venture too far, Mischief! Or the 'Wild Man' will getcha." Both mares chuckled and the gray mare tossed her head in response. The Wild Man, was a ghost story the herd had concocted one dark night many years before when sleep evaded them and needed to pass the time. It was a silly take of a half horse, half man creature that roamed the cove, watching and waiting to snatch one of them. Of course none of them believed the tale, but it had become an inside joke amongst them over time. However, with this fresh on her mind, it made her reaction at getting shoved all the more dramatic. Amara let out an audible 'oof' as something collided with her, nearly knocking her to the ground. Her head snapped around quickly as she blew out a snort in sudden fright. The other horses were not on high alert to this stranger and they rallied around the bi-colored mare without missing a beat. "Who are you?" Amara commanded from the horse in front of her, taking in his large, nearly white frame. Her tone was a bit harsh, but it was more from being startled than actually being rude towards the stranger. "How did you get down here?" |
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stone looked at the mare his golden eyes were glased with the look of pain but he smiled "my names sandstone but everyone calls me stone" he tilted his head "down the beach through the waterfall and the cave then to the clearing " he looked at the other mares before looking around "and who is the wild man if i may ask" he looked around in a slight panic before catching one of the mares trying not to laugh |
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I hope you don't mind, Amara is a a bit sassy now XD ) . Amara pinned hear audits in disbelief. "No, not possible, she snorted. She stomped a hoof at his mention of their imaginary ghost and chose to ignore his ridiculus question. How long had he been spying on them? ... and why? Ha, that was a dumb question on her part, he was probably after the same exact thing every other stallion was after, but she refused to let her herd be taken so easily. "Why are you here?" She snorted once more, stepping forward in a non threatening, but dominant manner. Her creamy plumage flicked hard against her round, golden hips. She did take into consideration the halter on his face which just led her mind to toy with even more questions. The gray mare, Mishief, was right on Amara's flank, also displaying a bold posture as she tried to support the dominant front her friend and leader displayed. The others' features were void of any strong emotions, as not to lead on any advances from this stranger as well. |
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stone took a step back droping his head lower his short cropped mane falling forward he took a second step back "i-im sorry ill leave i didnt mean to intrude" he took a few more steps back before turning and troting away with a slight limp sweat running down his back his ears flick around to catch all the sounds he made it almost to the treeline when is mind whent black and he fell over |
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Amara was quick to realize that this stallion was quite more timid than she had anticipated. Her features revealed a more puzzled look, than anything else as she watched him lower his head, mutter an apology and then trot away. She took note that his gate was uneven, pointing towards some kind of injury and she couldn't help but feel bad for him in the slightest - however, she wasn't about to chase after him. She kept her attention on his direction as he retreated, determined to figure out how he had managed to sneek into their home. When he suddently hit the ground, Amara snorted, wincing as if she had felt the blow. An older mare, Priya, gasped as she made her way towards the black/pali mare. "What is wrong with him?" Amara answered cutley. "We have to help him," the appaloosa responded, and began to trot forward. "No! We can't trust him." Amara growled, leaping towards the dark mare as she paused abruptly. "Mar, we can't just leave him for dead." She snorted in defiance. "Besides, what would be do with him, then?" . Amara let out a deep sigh as she watched Priya approach the stranger, staying alert to the area around them in case he had friends. "Are you alright?" Priya asked Stone, as she leaned her head towards him, but didn;t really expect an answer all too soon. |
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Stones vision slowly started to come back he bout Jumped out of his skin when he woke up to the mares hovering over him he blinked a few times before speaking rapidly "sorry sorry sorry ill leave now im sorry!" He scooted sideways and stood stumbling slightly before he caught his balance and started to hobble away again |
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"No, it's alright!" Priya protested, taking a respectable step back in hopes of showing him that she meant no harm. Amara flexed her ears back just the slightest in disapproval as she watched her herd mare. "Priya," She whispered softly, wanting to disuade her from stopping the stallion from leaving. The appaloosa shot her a deathy glare, watching him begin to stumble away. "Can't you see he's in no condition to try and leave? He'll die trying to make that swim again." The darker mare protested and then calmly walked after him. "Wait, what's your name?" She asked softly, trying not to upset him more than her friend already had. Amara kept her feet firm, but allowed Priya to continue, knowing that she was right and there was little to be done for the time being. But she would keep an eye on him, not fully trusting a stallion. |
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