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♡~^𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙰 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢… 𝙺𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘^~♡

|| Denali yawned lazily as she stood off a little distance from the rest of the herd. She had her rear hoof cocked on it's front edge indicating that she was taking a quick snooze, but now she had shaken herself awake as she did every once in a while to check that she was still fairly close to the herd as they often wandered around while grazing or just generally moved about whilst interacting with each other. She was never one to 'hang out' much, so she kept to herself most of the time. The sleepy mare ambled around a bit to stretch her long legs, then settled once more, about to doze off when she heard a faint neigh from the cliffside just behind her. She looked up but saw nothing, so she just told herself that she was still half-asleep so she probably made it up. Nevertheless, she still kept one ear pointed back in case she heard anything else. ||

|| Denali's ears flicked around as she heard the neighing again. She looked all around her, then finally up at the cliff, and saw a stallion standing there. She had never seen him around before, and she knew the surrounding area pretty well. She shifted her weight nervously, not knowing what to do. She did a low whicker in response, hoping to not get attention from the herd as the stallion seemingly also wanted.||

Fistquake, a purebred Friesian stallion, with as dark as the night sky, was trotting around. By his side was a little colt, his own foal. He gently nudged his son, seeing his son get tired. He flicked his tail, grazing by himself, ears flicking. Every so often, he turned and glanced at his colt, who was now napping. He nickered softly, gently, yet lovingly, bathing his colt.

Amari lingered by the edge of the herds grazing grounds, studying the horizen line as the sun ducks behind distent clouds. Her icy orbs moved to the treeline, jumping from oak to bush, for any signs of movement. A low nicker of disappointment leaves her as nothing turns up, and she turns and grazes, now studying each herd member for the hundredth time.

Fistquake sniffed the air, his nostrils flared. He let out a low nicker, tail swishing flies away. His ears flicked back and forth, to the side, stomping his hoof once. The sun was beating down on him, yet there wasn't any shade in sight.