~*~Midnight Nicker~*~A Horse RP~*~

(HE's just melodramatic. Over reacting.)
Ghost snorted and closed his eyes. He winced as flies began to gather on his open wounds. He hurt all over.

Ember shooed the flies off of his wounds. She licked his face and lifted her head up, nickering softly.
 

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