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(Thank You For The BOOK YALL) cosmo swilved his ears to hear the mares speak he put his hoof back down and shook the dust from his coat before laying down |
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(Holy book indeed) +++ West opened his mouth to answer Dream when she shook her head and turned away, saying never mind. He glimpsed the scar and guessed what that was about. Since Hope was up the he didn't do anything for a moment, but as soon as Hope sidled away he walked over. "Dreams, may I ask what's bothering you? You could've laid down." He said gently. |
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'Just memories... I was basically a test rat with my humans. A medicine was tested on me when I was naught but a yearling. I never knew what it was for or what it would do to me...' She smiled. 'I'm okay. Thank you, West.' (You're so very welcome ghosty) |
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West flicked his ear, concerned yet a little angry at how the humans treated Dream. "Well, if it helps at all, I think you turned out to be a great mare, even with all the human drama." He stated, then added a small head Bob. "You're welcome." He then moved away, though not very far, to stand watch again. |
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(So mean y'all so mean) Cosmo slayed his head on the ground he looked kinda dead the way he was laying (my 20 year old gelding gave me a heart attack because he was laying in the field like that 😭) he looked up at west as he pasted before flipping his head back down |
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Hope glanced up and troted around filled with energy. Her coat shining in the evening sun. |
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Harmony stirred a bit as Cosmo moved, but fell back asleep almost right away. |
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Luna | 6 yrs old | Mare | Oldenburg x Mustang Cross | M: Open to Interactions Luna let out a tired snort, hanging her head a little as her mane gently draped over her face. She closed her tired eyes to let herself rest, pretty much resting by herself while kinda leaning against a tree next to her. Letting out very soft snores as the crossbred mare was finally asleep, letting her guard down as she slipped deeper into her slumber. |
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Cosmo looked at harmony with a small snort before laying his head next to hers and falling asleep |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
