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warm sand swirls around your feet, and a blast of hot dry air hits your face. the desert spans out around you, a landscape of sand, dunes raised up by the wind. you glance back towards the mountains behind you, then step farther in. a small pool of water lies, a small lizard basking in the sun on a near rock. you step closer, and take a long drink, the air making your throat scratchy already. a few scattered palm trees are tilted by the wind, overhanging the pool of water. the largest of the two's shadow gives no relief from the consistant sun, and you glance around once more. nothing stands out against the horizon, nothing marks the landscape, until you hear a sudden snort behind you. you whirl, and there before you stands a wild mustang. |
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he snorts slightly, stomping one hoof into the sand. a white star stands out against his sand colored coat, his mane a clouded sky blue. finally he tosses his head and speaks. "Stranger, this is the desert. I am the Guardian here, steal nothing or be hunted." he glares at you, whipping his tail slightly behind him. you nod quickly, and he nods as well, watching you. you stare at him once more, then hurry off into the desert. |
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The Stallion was a gift from BlueMist. DO NOT STEAL HIM!
Background from Roxy's