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Post by Gypsy on Jul 20, 2003 18:09:48 GMT -5
Gypsy looked up to the boulevard of stars with a heavy sigh, silver streaks tainting the mane that framed her delicate face. She'd been travelling all night and was travelling still, her legs aching with the intensity of her journey. She had to find it. She had to search...
Age and many, many moons had dulled the old unicorn's senses. She was no longer the fit filly that had frollicked Dream Valley with, nor the young mare that had travelled the cosmos. She was agin, her pelt dulled and eyes no longer sparkling, chipped hooves scuffing on the grassy ground.
She'd felt it in her bones for some time, now, with the enigmatic magic that only unicorns possess. Since the moon drove itself into the sky that fateful night, Gypsy had known there were others. Others, like her... and she, for all her vagabond blood, must find them.
Perhaps, if she lived so long, and if her heart proved strong enough to beat beyond this journey, she would return to her Dream Valley home and tell others of these...
But for now, she headed slowly onwards, along the outer edges, on her quest to find these others so similar to her...
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