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Arion shuffled around his stall on three hooves. His front right hoof, heavily bandaged, would accept no weight and was utterly useless to him at the moment. Several scrapes marred his once pristine and spotless cherry bay coat. Once again, Arion stuck his head out of his stall and tried to undo the lock; it proved to be in vain, as it seemed the farmer put on a new lock farther down the door, one that was way out of his reach. With a sigh, the massive stallion turned away from the door and lowered his head. His skull throbbed with guilt; he had not seen Milo ever since he had been taken away by the humans. Was the cat okay? Could he even walk? Was he even alive?










