Whisky watched Little Creek walk away, forever gone. Not hers ever again, she was being replaced! Replaced by some unknown horse. Fury built up in her stomach, a small mare appered out of no where
'do you need help?'
Whisky was slighly startled, but still mad.
'I need help, not yours though'
Whisky almost spat the words at the young mare
She stormed off, leaving the mare fairly upset at Whisky's tone.
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^-^ Whisky just after Little Creek turned her away (Read her history to understand)
Yup, i thought id try my new mare out (not mentioning her name here. Youll have to wait and see :D)
Lineart- Bluehawks's_Ghost
Whisky- Me
Unamed mare- Me