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> At the edge of a creek just inside the territory, where the winds tousled the tall browned grasses and marsh wrens buzzed in the reeds. Where it was just shallow enough for most any animal to cross without having to swim. The golden twilight set everything in a golden glow, a somber melancholy drifting as though one could hear the regrets of souls long passed. The water reflected golden, the reeds bathed in it.
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> Quiet.
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> Sloshing through the water to chew on reeds was a stallion that matched the twilight in his eyes and fur, marred by white. His pink top lip raised to inhale the scent of the wolf pack that made its home here. Hopefully they wouldn't come by too soon. A Horse alone was an easy target, and especially one used to the domestic life. Trail rides and dressage. Training he enjoyed, the ribbons lost when he was left by his Human's family, left with his sale and ID tag around his neck.
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> The stallion was braced, ready to spring into flight at a moment's notice back across the stream, but the grass this way had looked so lush and fresh.
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> The whites of his eyes shown as the stallion watched. Ears lax but just perked enough to catch any sounds from the living.