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username; Rio_98
show name; Stories at the Bottom of the Bottle
name; Whiskey
gender; mare
halter color; this amber/golden color please
story;A loud crash sounded outside. I groaned and turned to stare blearily at my alarm clock. The blue numbers blinked out 3:17 am. I rolled on my back staring at my ceiling, willing myself to fall back asleep. Another crash sounded and curiosity beat exhaustion. I pulled myself out of bed and grabbed my sneakers. As quietly as possible I crept downstairs, carefully stepping around that one spot that squeaked without fail. I slipped out of the door into the chilly night air, pausing on the steps to pull on my sneakers. I ghosted silently across the dew soaked grass towards the origin of the noise. It came again and I hesitated, wondering for a moment if this was a good idea. Shaking off my nerves, I continued. The sound was coming from the back of the barn. I rounded it cautiously and peeked around the corner. There, standing in the pale sliver of moonlight, was a horse nosing around the barn. From inside the crash sounded again and I could now tell it was one of my own horses, struggling to investigate the stranger lurking outside. I watched as the unknown horse wandered about for a while before settling by the fence to the pasture. They settled in, like they were planning to stay awhile. I blinked, my mind still clouded by sleep. After standing there for what seemed like hours, but was mostly likely a minute, I turned away from the strange animal and went back inside, to bed. The next morning all I remembered was the vague outline of a creature, suspended somewhere between dream and reality.
