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[justify][size=9pt]The sun had just began to rise, it's golden rays touching the dull Earth and releasing onto it an explosion of color. About five minutes before the crack of dawn birds had already started singing their morning melodies as if they had an internal clock of some sort. The air smelt thickly of spring and blooming flowers. Plush green grass was covered in a layer of morning dew which would cling to Rascal's hooves with every step he took. As the foal moved deeper into the adoption den he watched as he stirred up nearby birds whom would take to the sky before Rascal could get close to them. Rascal was thankful for the heat which the sun had bestowed upon him, for his young body had been fiercely shivering all night long. The colt had no clue where his mother was. He had been separated from her during a thunderstorm and now all he had of her were vague memories of her scent.
The not yet defined muscles rippled in Rascal's shoulders as he trudged on through long grass. He knew that if he did not find someone who would take care of him soon, he would die. The usually playful and mischievous child was serious for once. He did not feel like laughing or playing, he didn't even bother to chase the butterfly that had taken flight about a foot before him; something he would have very eagerly chased on any normal day. Although this day seemed to be sunny and cheerful those were the last two things that could define Rascal's emotions. He felt more gloomy inside than anything. He could only hope that the odds would change for him today, for if they didn't, his days here on Earth would be limited.
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Colt » One Year Old » Buckskin Paint Horse » Mischievous & Playful
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