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Raising her head up to the breeze, widening her nostrils Claudia caught the scent of new equine, of this new territory. Picking her way through the grass, the sun on her back, muscles rippling beneath her sleek coat Claudia moved towards the small cluster of trees. Or was it tree? Whichever. This wild-eyed girl was not for man, and from her dam had inherited power to stay silent. Usually Claudia wasn’t much of a talker, more of a survivor. She was a wanderer, despite the chaos that ensued for the past fifteen years after the world started to crumble, her herd had been more of nomads not really the settling type. She wished she really knew what the whole "herd" thing was about. Sometimes.



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