Arabian Racer (need a stallion to reply!)

[Nicoco177]

The poor battered mare entered the clam meadow, her arabian, wore hooves wobbling as they gently struck the ground, her foal making sure she was strong enough to stand, suddenly she laid down on the grass, her blue roan arabian coat collecting dust, her filly bent down to rest, the filly was in worse condition, close to death, the filly collasped on her side next to the mare, the fillys ribcage was moving up and down rapidly, but the rate of the filly's breathing slowed......and slowed again....until she didn't stir, the mare so called Arabian Racer, or the mother of the filly raised her head and saw her motionless foal "No, please not now!" she cried weakly, her sides gave some tiny movements, and her eye weakly opened, the mother huddled close to the almost dead filly, Arabian Racer softly started to sing one of the filly's favourite songs
" so lately,
been wondering who will be there to take my place,
"
when Arabian Racer had finished she whispered into the filly's ear "please don't leave me now....please" she said as the Filly slowly closed her eyes forever, a river of tears streamed down the mares face and she let out a long, sad neigh that filled the whole Arabian meadow with the sadness.

[Man O' War Lover]

Abbas| I galloped slowly along the beaten down path that ran thorugh the meadow. My small head held high and long hitched tail flowing out behind me as the wind played in my main. I was a bay stallion, and showed up every once in a great while. My small heard had lived here for a long time. As I tossed my head I notice a strange scent in the wind. A mare? I then heard a cry carry on the wind along with it. As I come to a stop I try to pin point where it was coming from. Then I turn my body and kick off into a swift gallop. As I leave the path I try to spot any figures in the distance. I could still smell the scent of the mare and then tried to decide if there was another with her? I could smell two diffrent horses as I drew closer to my destanation. Then I heard it, a cry once again. I whinne as I run letting my presence be known. Then I came to a stop and see two horses, a filly and a mare. The filly looked to be a sleep but as I drew closer I relized I had arrived on a very sad sceen. The filly didn't look to be breathing. I was only standing a few yards away watching the mare for a moment trying to decide weather I should aproch any closer?

[Nicoco177]

Arabian Racer softly cried over her lost filly. until she scented another horse. not caring if it was a mare or a stallion, she let a small cry to them, telling them she was fine to approach, she then started to sulk agaiin, her tears falling onto the filly's motionless side. for any other horses it was such a sad scene.

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