Spirit stallion of the cimmeron roll play ! Players needed

Smokey tried to shake the mud off again. She didn't realize that some of the 'mud' was actually blood from hitting the tree when she was under the mud. She looked around the moonlit landscape quietly.
 
Smokey limped over to a clear place and lay down, too tired to do anything but sleep.
 

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