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Skittles flicked her ears and laid her head down again, "Thanks Ivy"
 
Thank you, Gerbil!
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There was a stout little mare standing atop a hill that poured steeply into Skyherd's mainland; her pelt was a soft beige in color with tickling of slate gray on her muzzle and on her fetlocks. Her mane was short, bushy, and it had a very uniform crescent shape along her neck, and it was a light ivory color with a thick band of chocolate brown striped down the center of it. Her short, somewhat stocky legs carried four powerful hooves. Her overall size was somewhere between pony and average horse. She whinnied quietly to gather attention.
 
While laying next to Bucephalus and leaning her head against his shoulder, Dahlia perked her ears up and lifted her head, looking to the other mare's direction.
 
Ace gallops to the Water hole, and takes a HUGE drink. "Ahhh... That's so much better!" Ace walks over to the Clover patch and plops down, exhausted.
 
A lone stallion stood out of view, up to his chest in the swaying grass, taking in the scent of the herd.
He stood tall with the proud stance of untouched freedom, his raven eyes burning.
But there was something wrong, for he stood alone.
Many months, almost years back, one would have seen him among a herd of dozens, the largest in the area. Foals, mares and few young stallions beside him, that was until the fight.
Two stallions, brothers, came to his herd and he did what he had always done.
The fight was gruesome, lasting well into the night, and he won. But his victory was not without it's due, one of his front legs was broken and he bled from many wounds.
It was the next day the flying thing came, buzzing over them like an angry bee. He could not run and fell hard, the world fading into the screams of his mares and pounding hooves.
He woke up alone and until recently had barely hung on. Now, however, he was back.

His dirty coat of white stood lashed with silver scars and his leg healed, he watched.
 
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Twilght woke up from her short yet peaceful rest to see, from far away, almost not visible, a large Stallion. She raised her head to see him better and saw he was covered in dirt and blood.
She slowly got up and trotted to the long grasses, the early moonlight washing over her body making her look eerie and beautiful at the same time. As she came up to the horse, she slowed down, but stayed at a safe distance. "I do not mean to alarm you, but may I ask who you are." Twilight said in a calm yet firm tone.
 
Viola - an observant mare - pretended not to see the stallion in the grass. She quietly made her way toward him, munching wildflowers as she inched along the pasture.
 
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