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Breed: DaturaMustang
Horse Link[s]:0396 Darius , 0201 Jolie

-Embers-
Tier 2: 200
Bonuses: —
Total:200

Darius climbs up the rocky outcrops, the sound of flowing water getting louder with every step. She heaves herself over the edge, damn I’m too tired for this, she thinks bitterly to herself. As she regains her footing she looks out across the plateau called Ghost’s Rise. The clouds and mist cling to the jagged rocks while one large arch juts out at the pinnacle of the plateau. A creek meanders its way around the boulders. Small shrubs, cacti and yucca decorate the cracks and edges of the river. Songbirds, lizards, bats, snakes and wild hares populate the area making it an oasis of food and water for herds and lone horses all across the desert. Darius shakes her mane, blinking into the mid morning sun and feeling her coat already heating up uncomfortably. She quickly strides to the edge of the creek and drinks greedily, ah that hits the spot.

After a minute she lifts her head. To her surprise she spots a mainly white mare with red spotting also taking solace in the oasis, drinking and completely oblivious to Darius’s presence. A surge of territorial irritation crawls into Darius’s chest, making her grind her teeth together hard. Goddamn asshole horse… her pulse quickens, muscles gearing up for a battle. She strides closer, can’t I just be left alone? Fucking running into every horse in this damned desert… her hooves meet the water, splashing loudly against the current. She watches as the mare’s ears ping to the noise, lifting her head. Darius eyes her sternly, analyzing the pale spotted mare. She’s smaller, but strong. Small scars litter her chest, neck and rump. Darius watches her face dip, eyes glinting beneath a furrowed intense brow as the two size each other up. She watches the muscles tense under the spotted mare’s coat, lashing her tail with an aggressive stomp. Water splashes with the impact. She’s not intimidated? Darius notices the shorter mane and tail, must of had a run in with wranglers… Intrigue begins to etch into the violent irritation Darius is feeling, who the hell is this pesky little mare?

Word Count: 351

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Description
Breed: DaturaMustang
Horse Link[s]:0396 Darius , 0201 Jolie

-Embers-
Tier 2: 200
Bonuses: —
Total:200

Darius climbs up the rocky outcrops, the sound of flowing water getting louder with every step. She heaves herself over the edge, damn I’m too tired for this, she thinks bitterly to herself. As she regains her footing she looks out across the plateau called Ghost’s Rise. The clouds and mist cling to the jagged rocks while one large arch juts out at the pinnacle of the plateau. A creek meanders its way around the boulders. Small shrubs, cacti and yucca decorate the cracks and edges of the river. Songbirds, lizards, bats, snakes and wild hares populate the area making it an oasis of food and water for herds and lone horses all across the desert. Darius shakes her mane, blinking into the mid morning sun and feeling her coat already heating up uncomfortably. She quickly strides to the edge of the creek and drinks greedily, ah that hits the spot.

After a minute she lifts her head. To her surprise she spots a mainly white mare with red spotting also taking solace in the oasis, drinking and completely oblivious to Darius’s presence. A surge of territorial irritation crawls into Darius’s chest, making her grind her teeth together hard. Goddamn asshole horse… her pulse quickens, muscles gearing up for a battle. She strides closer, can’t I just be left alone? Fucking running into every horse in this damned desert… her hooves meet the water, splashing loudly against the current. She watches as the mare’s ears ping to the noise, lifting her head. Darius eyes her sternly, analyzing the pale spotted mare. She’s smaller, but strong. Small scars litter her chest, neck and rump. Darius watches her face dip, eyes glinting beneath a furrowed intense brow as the two size each other up. She watches the muscles tense under the spotted mare’s coat, lashing her tail with an aggressive stomp. Water splashes with the impact. She’s not intimidated? Darius notices the shorter mane and tail, must of had a run in with wranglers… Intrigue begins to etch into the violent irritation Darius is feeling, who the hell is this pesky little mare?

Word Count: 351

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