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I will begin writing the whole story tomorrow but for now ive got my description!
In a world torn apart by the Great Flame only twelve horses survived, spliting into four herds. The first hard was The Herd of Death. They wanted to finish off the world. The second The Eco Changing Herd. They wanted to save what was left. The third The Mountain Herd, wanting to live in the mountains unbothered. The fourth and final herd The Forest Herd. They had regrown the forest for grazing and rebuilt the watering holes and rivers. They wanted to help but didnt want to be noticed either. These are the four Apocalypse Herds. |
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Shing To noticed her herd was digging in a dried out lake. They had found a source for water. Her hard, the forest hard, had rebuilt this place and seeked to take over the mountain herd to. She remembered the Great Flame vividly. She rememberes the dark metal balls falling from the sky then bursting into shatters killing everything around. Her dam and sire were both killed by the large balls. How she sirvived she didn't know.
Shing It's vivid Palimino coat shivered in the wind. Her Sabino markings looming ever brighter. Her silver mane seemed to glow. "Shing To! Its an abandoned foal hurry!" One od her herd memembers called to her. She galloped into the directions of the voice. |
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She arrived and to her surprise a little foal was in one of the holes where a fire ball exploded. It's silber coat was shivering.
"Open your mouth." Shing To said. The filly obliged. "You can eat normal good? We do not have brood mothers so you'll have to." She said. The filly nodded. "Then you can stay. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
