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The mare tossed her head wildly, her mane whipping around even without the wind, chewing on the bit relentlessly, as if trying to reduce it to it's basic components.

Her entire body, tense and sore already, sprung forward as the spurs dug into her sides once again. The thin hooves dug deep into the soft floor of the forest, sending up sprays of earth as they bore the pair between the trees.

Each pull on the reins sent schockwaves through her sensitive mouth. The leather of the bridle, chafing in one place, too loose in another, itched and rubbed uncomfortably against the mare's fine skin.

The loose fit of saddle and blanket weren't making things better either.

John had grabbed the first horse he could capture, the others having long since learnt to keep their distance. And he'd done much the same with the tack.

The bridle belonged to Maah and was custom made for that unruly and unsensitive horse. For SeaQueen it was a very bad fit indeed. The noseband flapped wildly around the small arabian muzzle. The bit sat so high in her mouth it was painful, with her having a much more elongated head than her stablemate.

The saddle on the other hand did belong to another one of the stable's arabs. But it had been set aside for repair and couldn't be considered fit to be used by anyone actually paying attention.

John didn't care. All that mattered was that he thought he'd finally found his quarry.

He spurred the horse on onwards, towards Ethereal Meadows.

Ethereal Meadows belongs to

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Description
Following on from:

The mare tossed her head wildly, her mane whipping around even without the wind, chewing on the bit relentlessly, as if trying to reduce it to it's basic components.

Her entire body, tense and sore already, sprung forward as the spurs dug into her sides once again. The thin hooves dug deep into the soft floor of the forest, sending up sprays of earth as they bore the pair between the trees.

Each pull on the reins sent schockwaves through her sensitive mouth. The leather of the bridle, chafing in one place, too loose in another, itched and rubbed uncomfortably against the mare's fine skin.

The loose fit of saddle and blanket weren't making things better either.

John had grabbed the first horse he could capture, the others having long since learnt to keep their distance. And he'd done much the same with the tack.

The bridle belonged to Maah and was custom made for that unruly and unsensitive horse. For SeaQueen it was a very bad fit indeed. The noseband flapped wildly around the small arabian muzzle. The bit sat so high in her mouth it was painful, with her having a much more elongated head than her stablemate.

The saddle on the other hand did belong to another one of the stable's arabs. But it had been set aside for repair and couldn't be considered fit to be used by anyone actually paying attention.

John didn't care. All that mattered was that he thought he'd finally found his quarry.

He spurred the horse on onwards, towards Ethereal Meadows.

Ethereal Meadows belongs to

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