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Pounding hooves echoed against the rocky soil of the landscape, the bay femme loping over the sandy ground. Food was rare here, it seemed, and so were the waters. A shrieking call was given as the mare leaped over cacti, barely missing the sharp thorns. The breed of the fae was noticeable, by how the tail was held at a slant, and the dished cove of the head. Yet mustang was proud in her blood, showing how she seemed rough and used to the barren country.
Though stallions were enemies to her, she had been brought up by her sire to know that some protected her from the demonic stallions. Or she thought of them as luce kings. She was searching for a king to share a colt with. Colt. No filly. If she was ever to have a filly, the foal would die before it touched the earth. Though she would not mind having a filly, she wished it not to have the suffering life she had had. A colt would be better off in the world, but she was sure a filly would cope finely, but a colt. She rather wanted a colt more.
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