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Post by lovestogallop on Jun 21, 2006 21:23:06 GMT -5
Arella walked slowly into the grassy hills. That at least was what they called them when a blizzard wasn't going on. She drug her hooves through the dense snow that was already up to her withers. She gave a slight cough, but she hadn't eaten anything in a day, maybe 2, so she coughed up blood.
Arella was in search of her true name. One that she was once known by. Long ago, back when she was a foal. She wasn't that old though, it just felt like it.
The cold, bitter winds blew harshly into her face. Her silver optics glaring wildly trying to stay alive. Her moonlight-like coat piled up with snow getting heavier and heavier by the second. Arella blended in too well for anyone to see her.
She then saw a red burning light in the distance. She didn't care what it was, all she knew was she needed to go to it.
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