Wild Horses- Open

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((Okay.))

Forrest, swiveled her ears, and listened intentsly to the "Hello." Stpaming her hoof into a crisp pile of leaves she snorted, than semmed to scrunch up in a small amount of fear. They might know...I'm here...

[Asgard's Trickster]

Ginger
This mare seemed a bit frightened or maybe she was just fine. "I'm Ginger. I was apart of the Mountain herd. Who are you?"

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"Um...I'm...I'm F-Forrest..." The mare said shakily. "What do you want...?"

[Asgard's Trickster]

Ginger
"Nice to meet you. I want nothing."

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Forrest, snorted. "Than why are you speaking to me?" And with that Forrest made her leave with a graceful canter.

[Asgard's Trickster]

Ginger
I snorted and went back to grazing.

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Forrest's tranformation into a gallop was smooth, and as she started moving faster evrything on the right side of her went blurry. "Stupid Eye!!" She neighed with fuery and reared in frustration.

[Asgard's Trickster]

Storm
I was looking over the herd when I heard something but shook it off. I had to watch the herd.

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Forrest, bucked in fustration, huffing, trying to releave her anger of her father, after all he cause her blind eye.

[Asgard's Trickster]

Storm

I then spotted another horse. I stayed with the herd but nickered over to her.