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Cobblestone Creek

The herd who dwells within Cobblestone Creek is well provided for. A large wood smothers the land in thick trees and tall canopies, a few scattered clearings giving enough space for groupings to fit in the center together. There is a large cul-de-sac clearing that is lined by a deep bow in the creek which runs dry in hot summers so that one might see the cobblestone-like appearance of the creek bed. When the creek is dried, there is still hope in a smaller sister-stream running on the other side of the herd land.

This land is closed. No herds can live here.

The Herd

Alpha Stallion

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Alpha Mare

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Other Mares

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Colts

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Fillies

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Have I been Forgotten??
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.:. Cursed Morover .:.
.:. Color is black and white .:.
.:. Breed of Quarab xXx Gypsy Vanier .:.
.:. Thunder Roll xXx Wounded.:.
.:.3 winters .:.
.:. Born of the Evils .:.
.:. Loved only her parents .:.
.:. Birthed Black Ribbon (x Nythil).:.




Morover and Black Ribbon walked into the land looking for Radium, well, Wounded and Glory, but they are owned by Radium. The warm wind blew in their faces and stirred the dead leafs from winter. They walked into the middle of the little meadow that was in the center of the land. Standing there was Radium. He obviously wanted to talk to his mares. Well, Morover wasn’t exactly HIS mare, so she led Ribbon to the edge of the woods and let him play.

From that distance she watched as mares came to talk to Radium. She snorted at the new flies as they came out for the day. The Sun moved across the sky as the day grew old, and mares came to talk. First came the mare Wounded was talking to in the valley, and then came Glory. And then Wounded came. Her onyx head held high as she came to talk to Radium. Morover couldn’t help but miss the little foal at her side. She started when it came from the far side of Wounded and crossed her chest to her near side. Morover wondered where he came from… well, not like that, but who his father was. But she wasn’t about to interrupted there little pow-wow, so she waited for them to finish.





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