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The herd was just waking up after a long and refreshing sleep. Hazel was stretching near a boulder and close by, the other her members were rising. It was sunrise and the rocky outcrop was blocking the sun's rays from reaching Hazel's face. Nearby, a lake glistened in the early morning sun, and trees were scarce and far between. The meadow they had settled in a month ago was starting to run out of grass, but Hazel reckoned it could support them for a few more weeks. Nothing jeopardising had happened to them in this meadow, and all was calm. |
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Luna | M: Herd, Open. Luna was calmly grazing, staying close to the herd as the large mare took a step forward while she munched on the fresh grass. The young mare's muscles twitch a bit from flies trying to land on her as she tries to shoo them off with her tail, becoming quite annoyed with the pesky flies at this point but the mare tries her best to ignore them for now. Her ears swirled around a bit, listening to everything around them since she was being quite alert even though she'd seem very relaxed. The young mare raised her head, taking a break from grazing as she looks over to her right. Her bright green eyes taking in the view around them before letting out a soft huff from her grey nostrils, flicking her black tail at the flies again once more. |
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The Twins: Versace lifted her head up to the sun as it reflected off of her slick black pelt. She walked around a little bit getting annoyed at the prickly grass grabbing at her legs. The mare flared her nostrils in annoyance. She looked back at her brother, Prada. He lay on the ground, enjoying the warmth of the big ball of fire up in the sky. Versace complained to him. "How can you lay on the ground like that?! This grass is the most pesky thing on Earth! The fact that we eat this... ugh! Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" She stomped around, trying to flatten the ground underneath her. Prada's slim but muscular body, now tense, lifted off the ground. The sound of his sister's voice pierced his ears. "Just lay in my spot.." he said, urgently wanting to stop her complaing. He relaxed as she shut up and laid in his spot. The stallion sighed and walked a few feet away from his sister. He laid down again to redo what he did before. Xena: The older mare frowned, hearing the sound of the complaining saddlebred mare so early in the morning. She slowly got up, being careful not to hurt her sore and fragile bones. Xena walked as far away as she needed to until she could no longer hear Versace. "Oh, that poor brother of hers..." she muttered to herself and lowered her neck to graze under the shade of a tree. |
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Winter: Winter's black spots absorbed the sun and the rest of his white fur reflected it, making it shine and shimmer. He lay down in the tall wavy grass relaxing and letting the sun warm his body. He closed his eyes letting the peaceful day envolope him. He herd Versace complaining but he had learned how to ignore the easily upset mare. He listened instead to the songs of the birds flitting through the trees. |
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Luna | M: Herd, Open. Luna's left ear flicked over a bit, hearing the Saddlebred mare's complaining. She couldn't help but softly chuckle under her breath to herself. "Just when I thought it was going to be a peaceful morning today but oh well.." The mare softly said to herself before reperking her ears forward again, just looking off into the distance a bit as her thoughts slowly start to drag her away from reality for a while. |
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Prada: After a few minutes of just laying on the ground, he looked over at Versace. Luckily, she had fallen asleep again. He chuckled and got up then made his way to Luna. He wanted to talk to her to distract his mind. "Hey Luna! How are you?" Prada glanced over as a blue butterfly flew around a patch of flowers. |
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Luna | M: Herd, Prada, Open. The young mare heard her name being called by a masculine voice, snapping her out of her thoughts as she turns her head to look over of where the voice came from. Luna would see that it's Prada, one of the stallions of the herd, she gave a gentle but kind smile his way before she spoke. "Oh hey, Prada. I'm doing well, you?" The mare softly asked, flicking her tail a bit at a fly that was just pushing its luck with her before glancing over at the patch of flowers, watching the blue butterfly flutter around a bit. |
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Prada // M: Luna, Versace The saddlebred turned his attention back to the mare. "I'm doing pretty good," he said with a smile. His voice was on the deeper side, a calm and soothing tone. "Watcha gonna do today?" he asked. Prada longed to spend time with someone that wasn't his complaining sister. He looked back at her, glad that she was a heavy sleeper. The stallion chuckled as she made awkward movements in the grass. |
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Heavy Downpours, Flood Warning
