by . ѕℰℰιиg . тнιиgѕ . » Fri Jul 15, 2011 12:56 pm
I snorted and stepped out of the cave. I headed for the watering hole; I knew it was there because my mother told me about Utasia before she died. She said to go there when she passed. I started to cry, but the fire had already engulfed her and I was running . . . running for Utasia. It took me three years to get here, and now that I was here, I just wanted to go home.
I drank some water, crystal clear tears sliding down my muzzle. I stopped drinking and looked out at the horizon.
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