*Her breath sounds endlessly in currented torrents of slurred speech, the strains of itself echoing in timeless cues, their edges rough, rasped, a hush whisper of inaudible flow of wind as it seeps past the boundaries of her widened nasals, the dark rims which surround the pink within them, the pink exposed by each inhale, released from veiw with each exhale, his own steady, unwavered breaths tipping against his own, the two confronting eachother in united course, winding about the other for a moment before releasing its partner to a dire fate, the last of its lingering remenance floating off with the mighty currents of wind which carry it......* I am Never The Less.. *Her gaze drains forward, her words thrusting off of the base of his, exploding after the final syllable deems spoken, the hang of their meaningful words drifting with the weight of a feather within the furling winds......* By name, that is..... By identity I am the daughter of a common stallion, and likewise a common mare, a common filly I am (3 y/o)... *She alliterates her words carefully, highlighting her position, her lone position, one that haunts her, possesses her, forcing her to speak of it, to cast her down, to chain her in binding forces which held her, the iron of a pistol pressed against her cheek, cold, threatening, its existence brought of the freezing winds which snap against her face, their defiant cries drowned only by the presence of one, this steed, this steed who offered the hope of the end of her sufferings, the pain which wound itself tightly about her neck, its thumbs pressed tightly against the thin cord within it, another threat, washed away merely by him........... She steps forward, her hooves embedded within the waving seas of the grasses which splay beneath them, her lobes pressed digintly forward, stroking the edge of her pole, bound in the tight grasps of the locks of her crimson mane which chain about them, waiting, anticipating, hoping for even another single word from him, a word that might drown out the cold of the night which hounded her.................*
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