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.
only for her to wash it away;
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Posted on July 12, 2007 at 04:09:09 PM by darwyn
 She had waited upon that hill for quite some time, relaxing in the warmth of the sun, which was now lowering itself behind the hills, hiding from her eyes, the golden mare stood alone, mud upto her knees.
She shook and ruffled her mane, pawing the ground with a dark hoof, impatient to find somone.
That somone, although was obviously aware she was there, she could hear the hoofbeat of another horse, only to see it was a stallion, coming towards with great confidence, rather handsome as himself.
A nip of her withers and she was his, although up until now she hadnt realised this must he his herdland, and the pretty lady looked up at him, in shocked silence, up until his second bite was placed.
''Darwyn.''
The word was simple, she had nothing else to say, she was exhausted, her legs shook because they ached so much, and her eyelids drooped as she stood before him. She was not in a state to converse with him
D A R W Y N N
Her screams,
By far the loudest;
Yet unheard,
Is how they stay;
Her touch by far the sofest,
You my sweet boy,
Have been floored; |
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