Running with the Herd *A wild horse RP*

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"What do you want here?" She asked. This horse wasn't afraid of her. She wasn't scared of him. He was large- but very calm. She also knew she could out run him any day.

Pearl walked to the watering hole, with a string of stable horses behind her. There were bays, appaloosas, paints, chestnuts, sorrels, gray, dapple grays, and so many more! Pearl stood in the front, with her perfectly even ears, triangular dished face, high held tail, and evenly sloped back. She was the standard of excellence for her breed. She dipped her flared nostrils into the water, slurping it up. Her amber eyes, shifting around, on the look out for predators. Later she would briing these stable horses to the grassiest area possible, and find some stallions to support them.
 
9SpiceyChickens said:
"What do you want here?" She asked. This horse wasn't afraid of her. She wasn't scared of him. He was large- but very calm. She also knew she could out run him any day.

Pearl walked to the watering hole, with a string of stable horses behind her. There were bays, appaloosas, paints, chestnuts, sorrels, gray, dapple grays, and so many more! Pearl stood in the front, with her perfectly even ears, triangular dished face, high held tail, and evenly sloped back. She was the standard of excellence for her breed. She dipped her flared nostrils into the water, slurping it up. Her amber eyes, shifting around, on the look out for predators. Later she would briing these stable horses to the grassiest area possible, and find some stallions to support them.
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“What do you think I want here,” he whinnied with annoyed calm. “Water.” He said it as though he were talking to an ignorant colt.
 
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Kit Kat had a snarky comback, but saw a string of horses and ran over to Daisy again. "Whats your name again? I never learned it. Do you want to be best friends?"
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I wonder how long a little pony like that will last in the wild. He thought. Just look at her. Can you be my friend? He mimicked her in his mind. Honestly, friendships are built on trust, not first time encounters.
 
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I wonder how long a little pony like that will last in the wild. He thought. Just look at her. Can you be my friend? He mimicked her in his mind. Honestly, friendships are built on trust, not first time encounters.
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Pearl saw the stallion, glaring at the small bay filly, and knew that if he attacked, she would help the filly. She was too small to loose, or die.
 

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