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Joined: Aug 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 2 Karma: 0 |  | I'm just a walking Target « Thread Started on Aug 20, 2006, 8:01am » | |
Why, why am I cursed with these stripes, thought Target as once again he turned around trying to see, where his stripes ended, all the other Zebra told him they didn't end, but that was rubbish because they ahd to end somewhere, to start again on his head, he walked slowly to the small pool in the middle of the canyon, his auds flickering left and right, he was wary of predetors and he was sure they would be in abundance here, he sighed and pricked his harks, hooves clattering on the cracked, dry earth, it was very hot today, but not as hot as it useally was it was around 40 degrees are getting a little hotter as the day worn on. When he hadn't picked up any sign of danger he lowered his maw into the cool, clear water, and drank heavily, he was a big animal, and he needed water, and a lot of it.
Thats better. He thought as he finished, he looked around there wree several lizards about, but he was wary this was a popular predetor spot, and he was a lone Zebra, ever since he was little he'd hated the idea of staying with the herd, but it was at times like these, he could really do with their protection, safety in numbers his mother always used to say, now he understood those words. But he was a male and needed to start his own 'herd', no other stallion would let him in theirs. He gimaced and took anouther swig of water, his parched throat welcomed the sweet tasting liquid, he trotted over to a palm tree and stood under it, trying to get away from the burning savana sun.
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