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The mare strode forward, her mane blowing back in the wind.

Her response came at once. "Yes, I am okay. Just a little tired." Her ears pricked forward in interest at the stallion. (I have to go. My friend just came over)

Biro whinnied back. She was hoping this was a kind animal in front of her, willing to share his food.

The chestnut mare picked up her mud-stained legs. Her breath was heavy, and her coat dripped with sweat.

(Kk. Should we start roleplaying then)

(Thanks! and could she just wander until she finds a herd? I kind of like the loner idea though.)

Racing Name: Written in Red Name: Oath Breed: Thoroughbred Gender: Female Herd: I don't care, you can choose Rank: I don't care, you can choose History: I was a racing horse, but I was treated cruelly because I rarely won. I was sent to the slaughterhouse, and on the drive, the truck got in...

(Can I join?)