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The gray stallion tore on with the dogs still behind him when he was thrown off balance abrubtly. Rowan's left hind hoof began sliding down the small yet steep muddy slope and with it the other hoof, causing him to begin slipping down towards the cliff edge. His eyes widened to show the whites and he whinnied loudly, trying his hardest to gain purchase by digging the toes of his hooves into the wet earth and spreading both sets of legs to decrease the speed of his descent. In a mad scramble of hooves he managed to stop all downward movement and found a small patch of grass that he was thankful for beyond words as he pulled each limb off of the sleek mud and onto the rough verdure.
The gray stood, sides heaving, searching ahead for a way to the solid ground. With his sttention not focused on the space directly behind him, he was oblivious to the fact that a rather large ginger Caladrius had appreared behind him, her fiery red eyes burning into his back with the need to kill. In a flash the dog, having rough pads made for the muddy terrain, slipped toward him and sent the stallion careening almost over the edge of the cliffside, forehooves dug into the ground. His panicked expression soon turned to rage as he registered what had happened. [b]"You."
he spat, one hind hoof gaining purchase on the loose rock. "You, it was you!" he screeched, filled with a rage so strong blood was rushing in his ears. "It was you, wasn't it? Wasn't it!? You killed them, didn't you?"
The ginger shedog simply curled her lip over her canines, amusement playing in her scarlet eyes. She lunged, and the stallion fell.
Crushed, aren't I? My body is one big mess, I can feel it. There's a puddle of my own blood and I'm lying in it. I guess this is the end of the line for me.
I'm down on my side. I want to stand up, but I can't. My legs, they won't move. My body, it won't move.
This is so annoying! Why am I so weak? I can make it out of this mess, I know I can. So why am I still here? Come on stupid body, stop being so weak. I can make it. We can make it, just stop being weak.
Exhausted. I'm absolutely exhausted. Perhaps I should lay my head down, it'll be easier. Yes, this is more comfortable, yet I still feel exhausted. No, I cannot give in, I cannot die just yet. Help will be here soon. I'm sure of it. I just need to keep my eyes open and wait for help. I know they'll find me, they have wings. I know they will. I know it.
This isn't going to end well, is it? No. No, it's not. So.. I'm going to die.. This is my end, my final stop. I never thought it would be like this, but so be it. I can't fight any longer, I'm too tired. Too weak.
I can't focus, everything is spinning. It doesn't matter which way I look, with 1 or 2 eyes, everything keeps spinning. I feel dizzy. Even with my eyes closed I feel dizzy.
But they'll find me, won't they? Won't they?