A herd to remember..

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(Mixed horses allowed, a few but not to many stallions. My mare doesn't have to lead the herd, but she needs to be important. Everyone welcome to join)

Berise lowered her head, her forelock falling over her eyes. She was a fine mare, built for endurance more than strength, though this did not mean she was not fiesty. Her arabian blood meant that her temper flared at unpredictable moments, and she had a mean kick to go with it.

Berise began to graze, the grass tickling her nose. The faint patter of rain began to hit her rose grey coat, a storm on the way, as normal she would clamber up the stoney hill to check the valley for danger of flooding and such. She turned and headed to the hill, clambering up the side, rocks slid but she did not fall. This mare endured, she could run for days and not tire, climb hills 100 times and not tire, this hill was nothing.

Once she had reached the top, her delicate frame was rocked by a huge gust of wind, but dug her hooves in and walked slowly to the edge. The storm meant that she could not see much but that the rivers were fine and would not flood. She snorted happily, her coat slightly gleaming under a full moon, this valley would be a wonderful place to start a herd, but she would need to find other horses. She lay down and continued to watch the valley.