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if you can send me a aging point on howrse they foals will be born today))
Beady black eyes watched from the shadows. They belonged to a small paint foal. A month or so at the most. Mother no where in sight.
((Oooh, okay! I shall see what I can do....
Also, I'm gonna do this in thrid person form now.
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Prometheus slowed. sticking his nose into the air. He sniffed. "What is it?" Jude asked. She tried kicking him, but he wouldn't budge.
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Beady black eyes watched from the shadows. They belonged to a small paint foal. A month or so at the most. Mother no where in sight.
((Oooh, okay! I shall see what I can do....


Prometheus slowed. sticking his nose into the air. He sniffed. "What is it?" Jude asked. She tried kicking him, but he wouldn't budge.