Blanche- A Wild Mare

Blanche- A Wild Mare

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(Just started editing the first few chapters I wrote. The prologue is up. I am working on a second one) I woke up to the sound of birds singing. My eyes opened and stared at the world in wonder. +++ Blanche sniffed carefully at the clean, fresh air. It tickled her delicate nose. She shivered leaning against her mother. Macy, noticing that her foal was awake, nudged her gently, urging her to stand. Blanche stood on shaky, wobbly legs and suckled happily. When she was full and satisfied, her mother then groomed her, making sure that her scent imprinted onto her foal. That way, if Blanche was lost in the herd, her mother would be able to find her by scent. Blanche nickered. "Mama, what is that black shiny thing?" The shiny thing Blanche was referring to was a monarch butterfly. "That is a butterfly my dear." Woofff! Macy snorted as the butterfly tried to land on her soft, velvet muzzle. "Pretty butterfly, pretty butterfly!" The little foal danced and pranced about chasing the flying insect. .
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Two figures walked up to the house and stopped in front of the fence. Scarlett shuffled closer to the figures to be able to hear what they were saying. She didn't know who they were, but if they lived in that mansion they were probably rich. And if they were rich that meant they'd have money. Money to pay debts. She hid behind a large trashcan and spied on the figures. It was a boy and a girl; with the girl in a wheelchair. And luckily, she could hear their voices. 'I'm not sure about this, are you sure you're going to be okay?', the boy asked the girl. 'No,' she replied as she suspiciously scanned the area and sniffed her nose. 'There's someone out there,' she said eventually. The boy looked around, confused, and smiled. 'It's probably just a stray cat.' 'No,' the girl said again, 'I know this scent.' Scarlett tensed and held her breath. What did she meant when she said she knew that scent? The girl pushed her wheelchair away from the fence, away from the house and the boy obediently followed. 'I told you, it's probably nothing.' Scarlett hid her head behind the trashcan and took off her backpack. There she reached for her collapsible sword. It slowly started to rain and Scarlett cursed silently to herself. This would blur her hearing senses. She could hear the girl approach as she was mumbling to herself. 'Where have I smelled this scent before? Where- Who?' Scarlett released her breath, closed her eyes and let the adrenaline kick in. She took off the cloth from her face. This girl had money, everything else didn't matter. She walked out of the shadows while the rain started pouring down on her. The boy and girl looked up at her in surprise and sharpened their attention. Her face wasn't too be seen, as she wore a large hood over her head and a cloth covering her face. Once she was close enough, she pulled out a small object that collapsed into a large sword and raised her chin challenging. 'I'm going to need your money.

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