OPEN| beyond the flame;

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HOLOCAUST!

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She's a backseat driver,
A drama provider
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It was obvious spring had already begun, warm rays of sun warmed the mare's copper and ivory hide; the grass was rich and green and the occasional flower dotted the landscape. The female's ribcage widened as she took a deep inhale, nostrils flexing as she did so, raising her vaguely dished skull high and emitting a quiet sigh before she set off again. Ivory marked fores raised beneath her chest as she pushed off with pale hind hooves as she swiftly bounded off at a lope. Lean muscles rolled and coiled under the mare's double toned hide as she continued on, wandering farther into the unfamiliar land. She had no idea was though she couldn't really be bothered to care either, flaxen tassels rose and fell against the vix's finely arched neck with her strides while her gilt banner remained flagged as was normal when she moved quickly, a habit from her Arabian ancestry.

The mare continued on, moving her way deep into the new territory and reaching what she assumed was near the dead center her slender legs locked beneath her lean frame as she put her weight back on her haunches, her taupe hooves digging ruts in the turf as she skidded to a stop, tiny particles of soil flying up and showering over her coat, rolling off and landing on the ground below. Her breaths came quickly, ribcage moving rapidly with the effort of her run as wide hazel optics surveyed the area.

Nares flared widely as she sucked in a deep inhale, the scents of many equines easily distinguishable and she quickly figured that this was a claiming ground, most likely. Even knowing this she was in no hurry to leave, with the promise of a herd came the promise of entertainment, though pestering, harassing and other such non-sense would only be tolerated for a short time, she was sure. Though she'd take her chances, if anyone came they did and if they didn't they didn't, she'd just keep up her wanderings. Giving her silken whipcord a quick flick against her lightly roaned flank she shook her dished tiara, lowering it a bit as she set off at a slow walk, going no where in particular.

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She's a first class liar
A constant forgetter

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Word count; e.e no idea
Music; She's a lady - Forever the sickest kids
Muse; DEAD ;.;
Notes; fail D: I just wanted to get around to finally making a post on here, open to anyone for anything really, my muse was rather dead for starting post. xp And she's a dark ^.^ -done rambling- Random title >.>;