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[UnsuspectedTwist]

She didn't need saving.
She wasn't a feeble, weak mess like so many other mares were. She didn't need a 'big-strong-handsome-stallion' to come and whisp her away to make a thousand babies and whatever other weird fantasies mares came up with.

Those were the ideas that came to mind as the multi-colored female walked alone, not another single horse in the terrain. It was completely silent except for the soft tap of her hooves against rock and stone, along with the rush of water that flowed from the river to the lake.

The dark mare stopped before the lake, raising her head and twisting it, looking around her, figuring it was safe, she dropped her head and drunk.

Notes: It has been a very very very long time since Ive rp'd. x.x So apologies on word count and quality. Ugh.

[Renea]

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background3_zpsb68f813f.jpg] Finally, she was away from her worthless mother and that no good father that forced his believes on her. The hanoverian blood shown through her body as she moved across the land known as Beless. The grace was very apparent and it proved her bloodline very well. She had been born into a herd of Pure Hanoverian horses, some how, they had managed to keep the lineage pure until her mother wondered away from the herd and was raped by her father. At least her father stuck around the protect his offspring, to make sure her grandparents didn't kill her from the impurity of being only a hybrid. Due to her impurity she showed a color that rarely showed in the Hanoverian blood line, which was Buckskin, only furthering her outcast. Her mother had basically ignored her after she was old enough to fend for herself and she stuck around the herd only to train with the other children she was placed with and was nearly arranged into a matting with another hanoverian in order to push the impurity from her lineage. She refused and at that point, left the herd and had been a loner ever since. She pushed through the forest that surround the lake known as Agam, where she had come a few times with her mother when she was growing up. Her mother had been ashamed to show her around the herd or be around the herd with her, so she went out on her own a few times with her daughter and her father would always show up then... To keep a eye on her. She hated the memory, but somehow, here she was... She stopped a few yards from the trees, closed her eyes and listened to everything around. The river was running as strong as ever, it had not changed... The wind blew slightly, pushing over the tall grasses that surround the lake... Hooves... Eyes opened and the dark, black pools searched for the owner of the steps that went over the rocks and stones surround the area. Black eyes landed on the Gray roan tennessee walking horse and Angra snorted slightly. She was not alone, this was going to make her day even better. The mare dropped her head to drink and Angra moved towards the lake herself, angling herself to where she was walking slightly away but not completely away. WC. 339 TAG. sylica by unsuspected twist COM. comment goes here SONG. cyanide sweet tooth suicide by shinedown

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