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Equine Myths :: Wild Horse Lands :: Dark Mountain :: Intro(vert)
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A pair of ebon coated hooves hit the ground at a steady pace, shortly followed by a pair coated in ivory. His kind was unusual here, in the cold weathered lands, for he was a desert breed, one raised for the sand, not the soggy mud of the coming spring.

Yet he traveled ever onwards, away from where he had come, away from his past. Smooth muscles swayed and moved like a rivers intertwined under his flesh. His once pristine dun coat was now tarnished with mud, briars, and healing scars.

Six hundred miles. The stallion thought to himself. His past was six hundred miles behind him and that's where he hoped it would stay, never coming a single inch closer. Six hundred miles was what the introvert needed to start his dismal life over. Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. He counted the feet in his head, awaiting the arrive of the six hundred first mile.

A sudden noise caused his counting to cease. His ears were pricked forewards, soaking up the sounds and looking for the creator of the one which had interrupted him. Soon, a mountain came into view, clouds surrounded it, flashing lightning menacingly. The noise came again, and then again once more. The stallion could not place it.
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