Post by D.eadly N.ightshade on Feb 20, 2007 14:16:11 GMT -5
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A mare named Ermelinda walked in heavy in labor. She layed down grunting softly. She started to breath heavily and called desperately for her mate Cowboy. Ermelinda layed her head down on the soft, green, lush grass. She had began to worry as her stomach had grown rapidly over the 11 month period and now she could barely move. She sighed and closed her eyes thinking about the foals intently. Hours later which lasted like moments for Ermelinda the foals were born. There was a piebald filly and a somewhat faded chestnut colt. Ermelinda turned her perfectly shaped Arab head toward her two foals. Suprisingly the filly was a Quarter Horse and the colt was a Thoroughbred. Puzzled and confuzed Ermelinda got up and walked up to them nuzzling them both. They looked the same and were the same except for color, personality, and breed. She decided to name the filly Oceana for her markings were like the oceans ripples and the colt Thunder for he was muscular and loud. Both foals took around 30 minutes to stand.
4 years later Oceana and Thunder split after Ermelinda and Cowboy died. Oceana and Thunder never got along as young foals but since they were older and more mature they treated each other more like friends instead of brother and sister. Oceana ran away to a lone place where many horses passed decades ago and all those hoofprints were gone. Oceana was left alone to survive on her own while Thunder took over the old harem. Oceana once saw a chestnut stallion in her lifetime resembling her brother Thunder but this stallion was different. He had the marking of a lightning bolt on his face. Oceana closed her eyes and opened them again the crimson stallion gone like the wind. She looked around and saw nothing not even a speck of dust thrown up. Not a sound or even a good-bye. She saw a path and Oceana being curious walked down the path coming upon Ocean Rocks. Ocean Rocks was beautiful and had glimmering rocks and the shimmering ocean. Oceana dipped her muzzle in the water and was suprised as a warm chill went through her. She had never felt or been near water like this. She stepped back and viewed everything seeing the beach, the hoofprints washed away.
Follow the Hoofprints...
[/size] A mare named Ermelinda walked in heavy in labor. She layed down grunting softly. She started to breath heavily and called desperately for her mate Cowboy. Ermelinda layed her head down on the soft, green, lush grass. She had began to worry as her stomach had grown rapidly over the 11 month period and now she could barely move. She sighed and closed her eyes thinking about the foals intently. Hours later which lasted like moments for Ermelinda the foals were born. There was a piebald filly and a somewhat faded chestnut colt. Ermelinda turned her perfectly shaped Arab head toward her two foals. Suprisingly the filly was a Quarter Horse and the colt was a Thoroughbred. Puzzled and confuzed Ermelinda got up and walked up to them nuzzling them both. They looked the same and were the same except for color, personality, and breed. She decided to name the filly Oceana for her markings were like the oceans ripples and the colt Thunder for he was muscular and loud. Both foals took around 30 minutes to stand.
4 years later Oceana and Thunder split after Ermelinda and Cowboy died. Oceana and Thunder never got along as young foals but since they were older and more mature they treated each other more like friends instead of brother and sister. Oceana ran away to a lone place where many horses passed decades ago and all those hoofprints were gone. Oceana was left alone to survive on her own while Thunder took over the old harem. Oceana once saw a chestnut stallion in her lifetime resembling her brother Thunder but this stallion was different. He had the marking of a lightning bolt on his face. Oceana closed her eyes and opened them again the crimson stallion gone like the wind. She looked around and saw nothing not even a speck of dust thrown up. Not a sound or even a good-bye. She saw a path and Oceana being curious walked down the path coming upon Ocean Rocks. Ocean Rocks was beautiful and had glimmering rocks and the shimmering ocean. Oceana dipped her muzzle in the water and was suprised as a warm chill went through her. She had never felt or been near water like this. She stepped back and viewed everything seeing the beach, the hoofprints washed away.
Follow the Hoofprints...
