09-12-2021, 07:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-15-2021, 12:46 AM by Mars. Edited 1 time in total.)
@Daydream you little poop get your butt in here — Weather based on Santa Fe, New Mexico
The mesa, appearing from the flat plains was a sight to be sure. Medaris had decided to venture forth onto it via a pathway that sat at its eastern edge. The grasses had led her there, and out of curiosity she climbed its ramp to a most spectacular site at the top of it.
Her muscles were rich with sweat. In spite of the seasons the winds had proved warm and brutal to her skin. She found the dust sticking to her and chaffing her underarms. That damn stallion and the mares that had left her behind were likely dead and gone below. She used that as her leverage to rise. When the old nag did reach the mesa, she looked over it to see the sadness below. Once, great roves of horses had led these valleys. She recalled running, and caring not for what preyed upon them but only the fear from their own kind. Things were changing. The wolves had returned, and she did not know why.
+1 Discovery point
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