Posted on January 1, 2013 at 03:44:00 AM by el cardo
el cardo
sweet like the clover, ANY
 Golden ears flopped as the mare bobbed her head, her soft delicate nose sniffing at the chill breeze. Her bone frame a sharp contrast to the soft rounded sand dunes looming around her. El Cardo made her way towards the sea hoping perhaps Sato was making his return home. She didn’t know where he had gone but she missed him. The mare frowned deeply her hooves hardly sinking into the sand with her weight. The fragile looking mare had lost what little fat covered her bones, her attention often leading her away from the nourishing vegetation. Deep pools of honey gazed around to spot the darker mare staring at the waves much like the golden mare had come to do. She cocked her head I hope craps aren’t digging in the sand. She looked down and picked up each one of her hoofs one at a time, just to be safe. When El Cardo looked up once more the mare was gone. Who is she, she looks so sad. The golden mare frowned and lifted her ears to try and listen, maybe should could hear her close by somewhere. Is that a butterfly? El Cardo smiled happily and started to trot forward but was yanked back as her long tail was under her balk hoof. The mare grunted as she righted herself and looked around for the butterfly that she had spotted fluttering by her. “Gottcha!” She giggled and took off after it, all thoughts of the mare on the shore long gone. Her hooves stepped high and her ears flopped with each step, the mare whinnied gamely at the insect that had drawn her attention. Will it flutter in my tummy if I eat it? She made her approach to an oasis a silly grin plastered on her bone face. “Oh hello.” El Cardo almost collided with the red coated mare in her attempt to taste a butterfly. “Did you see where Boris went?” The skeletal mare took a few steps back and cocked her head at the chestnut. Her shape was bringing some vague memory to the forefront of her muddled mind. The golden lady brandished the other mare a bright warm smile, friendliness radiating from her sharp frame, her creamy tail once more caught under a large hoof. mother of the illegitimate palomino sabino colt, Sato |
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- But I still wake up, I still see your ghost - By Laurel January 4, 2013 at 05:08:40 AM
- look down, look down - By v e s t i January 29, 2013 at 08:32:10 PM
- feel free to post ahead of this. - By el cardo and sato January 14, 2013 at 01:59:42 AM
- .x. - By vesti January 1, 2013 at 03:29:44 AM
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