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Hurrimuffin wrote:
{{Username}}
Hurrimuffin.
{{Name}}
Hermes.
{{Breed}}
Antleer.
{{Gender}}
Stallion.
{{Age}}
5.
{{Height}}
17.5 hh.
{{Coloration}}
White/Black Paint.
{{Markings}}
Highlighted mane/tail.
{{Three Word Personality}}
Leader, Spirited, Protective.
{{Extra}}
~Poem.~
Stop Worrying,
About tomorrow,
Let your mind drift...
And let your mane fly.
Catch the wind,
Raise your head,
To the sky,
Are you racing the clouds?
I often do,
Perhaps they are too quick for you.
Faster, faster,
I go!
I know someday...
I'll reach the sky!
~Written by Hurrimuffin.
{Short Story of Joining a Herd.}
Sometimes my sister and I disagree on things...
Okay more than sometimes. A lot. We've never left each other's side, but sometimes we just can't decide who's idea to go with. I've always taken charge of things, but my sister always finds a way to oppose my choices. She just gives us that look that Mum used on us when we were just foals and yearlings. However, there was one subject that we both agreed on and that was joining a herd together. We promised Mum that we'd look after each other and never split up... It's the least we could do for her.
"I like that herd we meant near the base of the mountian. Didn't you, Herm?" My sister's voice dragged me out of my thoughts, making me glance towards her. Herm was her nickname for me and she knew that I didn't like it.
"I guess so. But the lead stallion seemed a bit stiff and too serious." I snorted back at her, my ears twitching.
"He's the lead stallion, " She pointed out, always determind to be the smart one, "He's suppose to be that way. He has a whole herd to protect and we could've been enemies." Her light blue eyes turned to meet my gaze.
I had to agree with that. A moment of silence went between us. Aside from the soft beats of our hooves meeting with the earth beneath them. "And you didn't like the herd down by the river?"
She shook her head, tossing her mane while she did. "No. Not at all. I don't know why, but I just didn't like them." She sniffed.
With a sigh I nodded, "I had a feeling about them too. All right, we'll join the mountian herd. Let go find the Leader and tell him that we have made our choice."
That's how we joined the herd that lived near the mountians. It turned out to be a wonderful place to live. The other Antleers were kind and very welcoming. I guess sis isn't always off track when it comes to picking a herd. I blame my father's genes for making me so stubborn to not listen to her sometimes.

Hurrimuffin wrote:
{{Username}}
Hurrimuffin.
{{Name}}
Hermes.
{{Breed}}
Antleer.
{{Gender}}
Stallion.
{{Age}}
5.
{{Height}}
17.5 hh.
{{Coloration}}
White/Black Paint.
{{Markings}}
Highlighted mane/tail.
{{Three Word Personality}}
Leader, Spirited, Protective.
{{Extra}}
~Poem.~
Stop Worrying,
About tomorrow,
Let your mind drift...
And let your mane fly.
Catch the wind,
Raise your head,
To the sky,
Are you racing the clouds?
I often do,
Perhaps they are too quick for you.
Faster, faster,
I go!
I know someday...
I'll reach the sky!
~Written by Hurrimuffin.
{Short Story of Joining a Herd.}
Sometimes my sister and I disagree on things...
Okay more than sometimes. A lot. We've never left each other's side, but sometimes we just can't decide who's idea to go with. I've always taken charge of things, but my sister always finds a way to oppose my choices. She just gives us that look that Mum used on us when we were just foals and yearlings. However, there was one subject that we both agreed on and that was joining a herd together. We promised Mum that we'd look after each other and never split up... It's the least we could do for her.
"I like that herd we meant near the base of the mountian. Didn't you, Herm?" My sister's voice dragged me out of my thoughts, making me glance towards her. Herm was her nickname for me and she knew that I didn't like it.
"I guess so. But the lead stallion seemed a bit stiff and too serious." I snorted back at her, my ears twitching.
"He's the lead stallion, " She pointed out, always determind to be the smart one, "He's suppose to be that way. He has a whole herd to protect and we could've been enemies." Her light blue eyes turned to meet my gaze.
I had to agree with that. A moment of silence went between us. Aside from the soft beats of our hooves meeting with the earth beneath them. "And you didn't like the herd down by the river?"
She shook her head, tossing her mane while she did. "No. Not at all. I don't know why, but I just didn't like them." She sniffed.
With a sigh I nodded, "I had a feeling about them too. All right, we'll join the mountian herd. Let go find the Leader and tell him that we have made our choice."
That's how we joined the herd that lived near the mountians. It turned out to be a wonderful place to live. The other Antleers were kind and very welcoming. I guess sis isn't always off track when it comes to picking a herd. I blame my father's genes for making me so stubborn to not listen to her sometimes.

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