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a heart as loud as lions open

Pike loud as lions
a heart as


The end of her journey held more sorrow for Pike than the beginning.

Not that she thought that this new place sucked - from what she could see standing on the rocky shore, it didn't seem too bad. Certainly nothing could be worse than the filly's old home, where she'd always felt like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit anywhere. No, she was just sorry to end the exciting adventure that had taken her this far - even after the harrowing ordeal that crossing the sea had been. Pike's spindly legs had just about reached the end of their endurance when she'd sighted the distant but large mass of land jutting from the water, and swam for it with the desperation of one who would have otherwise drowned. When she'd decided to try crossing the saltwater, she hadn't realized how big it was - it was nothing like the rivers that she was accustomed to navigating. If Pike didn't know any better, she'd say there was no end to it at all!

Shaking the moisture from her mostly-white coat in a gesture that was more practical than vain, the young creature began to head inland, hooves lifting high with exuberance. After a time she arrived in a meadow and depleted her remaining energy on doing a mad dash around its perimeter, pausing once or twice to flick her heels out with a squeal. More than a few sidelong glances were cast Pike's way, and a handful continued to stare even after she tucked awkwardly-long legs beneath her and settled down in the shade of a tree with a soft thump. Perhaps they were taken aback by her disheveled appearance, or concerned about the fact that her figure was so lanky that she appeared almost starved.

Pike took no more notice of the others' judgment than she did the layer of filth that clung to her coat. Perhaps if she had taken to heart the lessons that her mother had sought to taught her, the spotted yearling would have been embarassed at her appearance. But when the other fillies were learning totally stupid things like how to preen their flawlessly clean coats until they gleamed, Pike snuck off to spend time with the colts. There she had learned the truly important things, like how to bite and squeal and kick.

After a time, her dam had finally put her hoof down and insisted that she needed to learn how to act like a proper young lady. And no matter how much the red-haired child had wept and argued and fought, she was forbidden from mingling with the colts. Finally, she decided that if the stupid old jerks in the herd weren't going to let her have fun anymore, she'd just leave. After all, they couldn't tell her what to do if she wasn't there to listen to them! And so she ran away from home - an act that many children threatened but few acted upon - and never looked back.

Traveling - especially when compared to the boring purgatory of her old home - had been wonderful. Pike had seen so many awesome things, though it was kind of sad to have no one to share them with. On the other hand, there was nobody there to shriek at her the time that she slipped on the muddy bank of a river and ended up covered in muck from muzzle to flank. In fact, some bits of mud from that incident still clung to her - mostly around her ears - and no one had raised any objection or demanded that she subject herself to their vigorous grooming.

Flopping down onto her side, the adolescent filly wriggled in the grass with a sigh of contentment. Yeah, life on her own was the best - and perhaps, after she was rested, Pike would go find some new colts to play with.
mare .. 1 years .. chestnut splash overo .. arab mix .. 15.1 hands


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