A witness is needed

[Witness]

Steaming sand burnt the underside of the faes sythes. Porcelin hide scorched by the radince glowering from above. Grey cess pools gazed yonder. The mind at rest. Petite frame lifted as a deep sigh was emmited from deep within the tiny bodice. Heaving sides caused the corspe to rock slightly. Carved visage raised, high to the aneamic sky. Cotton clouds failed to block the suns glow. Maws parted and enamels allowed enaels passage. Twiching towers pointed towards the distance. She was watching, awaiting the compny of another. Seeking the undisturbed peace that a polite conversation could grant access to.

Labrums allowed sweet chords to flow through. Touching the inside ivories on their passage.

Alone in this wold is I. Is there another, waiting to join?
Innocent chords tricked the pinicles of a stag and enchanted the pools of a wench. If used correctly the flirtatious duchess could befriend another caballo living in the area.

[Illinois]

Oh Lord, the atmosphere seemed to suffocate. Swirling round through the clearing skies. Entering the caverns concealled within the bodice. Nares pain burning and stained red with the chill of the squall. The zephyr so loud, roaring intoxicating the dunes that surrounded. Metallic clouds contrasted the domain. Dull shine, rays, sparks of the orange tinged light touched the grey, sightless orbs. Blinding the cess-pools for a mere moment. Wispy breaths. Short and raspy, tickled the throat. Causing a long, croaky grunt to emit. Horse stood, dial raised ever slightly to the heavens. Hidden somewhere above.

Pistons, outstretched, tendons showing. Sinew and stout. Yet still long and lean. Painted slightly crimson. Only diffrent to the rest by a shade. Russet bodice, muscles rippling beneath the thin, silky pelt. Nape, daintly arched. Allowing the carved visage to rest gently, lightly, petitly upon the broad, masculine chest. Heaving barrel rocked as he strutted over the heated sand. His sythes sliced through the powder allowing the banner to run over. Leaving small imprints upon the sod. His twitching towers rested as they found the nnoise of another. His maw seemed to part, inhaling the scent of a doe. His occuli searched the horizon for the corpse of the fae.

Upon laying rest his pinnicles. He pranced. Springing and energetic. Ceasing his movememnt as he drew near. As if in answer to her question his dial dipped. Nodding slowly his silky tassles hung. His crest, hard and nape rounded. A picture of elelgance he inched closer. His coverings laying rest as he slid next to her frame. His breath landing upon her case. So close he could here the rolling of her enamels and smell the scent. So close he stood. Touching.

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