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"Well that's good," He paused, letting her finish speaking. "Sounds like a natural. Not that I know if she is, but sounds like one." Marco mused, scratching Erebus. |
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"Yeah. She didn't do so well with her previous owners, they used a lot of whips, spurs, Rollkur, and so forth." Liliana nodded. |
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"So they were abusing her with them? Dang, sounds like bad people." He said, glancing over at her |
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Spartan's Spear, a dark bay mare, nearly black, was cantering around, snorting and whinnying. |
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"Well isn't that a pretty one," He murmered, watching the mare canter around. |
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"She's a three year old." Liliana stated."I always get told she looks like that 1975 race-filly, Ruffian." |
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"I can see why people say it, looks like a mimic of her." |
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"Spartan! C'mere, girl!" Liliana whistled. |
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Marco watched as the mare cantered over, taking a small step from the fence before reaching his hand out in a fist for her to sniff. The mare sniffed his hand and snorted, reaching her head over the fence as Marco rubbed her face. "Defanitly warming up to horses, I will say that." |
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"Mine are all sweethearts." Liliana stated. "Never bite, kick, buck." |
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Steady Rain all Day
