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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 2:46:18 GMT -5
She was quite a dainty little thing, small and cute. Her size was just perfect, a lovely 12.2 hh. Perfect for the Welsh Pony that she was, of course. But she was a flashy thing. A silver bay in color with blaze and three high stockings with white flecking her deep brown coat. Her small hooves brought her out of the protective cover that was the brush. A soft neigh escaped her lips as she sauntered over to the water, lowering her head and drinking deeply.
From behind her, a slightly larger Welsh Pony appeared. This one was a stallion, but he was just as flashy as she was. He was a black sabino with rabicano markings as well. A huge blaze and four white stockings marked his extremities and white hairs marred his perfect black coat. With a deep nicker, he Nuzzled the mare before drinking deeply of the water himself.
"Charger, do you think we might rest a bit? I am not as young as I once was." Her voice was soft and melodious as she folded her legs and lay down in the soft grasses a ways from the water's edge. The stallion walked to her and lowered his head to hers, "Rest, my love, and I will guard you in this strange land. But I see no others in the land and it is perfect for horses here." His voice was deep with concern as he stood above her, his ears swiveling for noises.
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