| Subject: ~{ Hidden Paradise }~ |
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Date Posted: 22:10:46 04/01/03 Tue
Golden fem entered at a shuffling walk, flaxen banner dragging behind in defeat. Palomino pelt still held the glow of health beneath a light coat of dust but the shimmer, her inner light, was now only flickering. Arab vix paused, perched on a grassy knoll with a commanding view of the area. Glassy orbs scanned the terrain on impulse, though the mare knew that she would never again find what she sought so desperately. The little horse, though she had barely seen the change of five summers, had a tired, weathered sort of look to her. She had never felt so thin, so transparent, as if a gentle breeze would sweep her away. She often wished it would. A shuddering breath was drawn as the mare blinked several times, desperately fighting the tears that threatened to spill. She struggled to come to terms with her new reality. It was too much. Everything was so different. All she had ever known...everyone she had ever loved...They were...Gone. All of them. Never again could she see the mare who had taken her in as a lost lonely foal. Her mother was gone. Her friends too. The horses she had grown up with, who had shared her every triumph and every pain, they were gone. And if truth be told, she had never looked beyond them for companionship. Her world was within that TT. Though she had met many horses in her travels, she had deceived them all. Never allowed herself to let loose, to be true, to live or love. She could never return to her home, for it was home no longer. She had nothing, no one. She was...alone. All Alone. There was no one but herself for comfort now. With a sharp sigh, the mare allowed her once proud dial to droop dejectedly. The last bit of shine vanished from her coat. Chocolatey orbs opened wide, glazed over, then slowly slumped shut. A lone tear slipped past her tight shut lids and slid gently down her golden face, falling to the earth without a sound. The breeze tugged at mane and tail but was unable to stir her lifeless tresses. The mare turned her head away in despair. She was lost.
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