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Flying High chp 2
Flying High chp 2
“OH NO!” I leapt out of my bed and rushed through the curtains to the mouth of the bough. The freezing night air swept over me like a snowstorm. Shivering, I closed my eyes and spread my beautiful flame wings, taking a deep breath I pushed back on my hind quarters and... “What are you doing?” Someone yelled, I squealed but he pinned me down and covered my mouth. “What are you doing? Trying to get us caught?” “Emberic?” I asked shakily pushing his hoof away. “Nah its Ivenna, who do you think it is?” He said sarcastically, “You shouldn’t talk about her like that, sorry you shouldn’t talk about her at all. You never know she could be watching us” I said looking around me. “And you believe those childish stories? Ivenna wouldn’t even move a muscle with Powerful horses like me and Thunder around” He stated crouching as if he was in attack position. “Thunder, ma
Karabakh Stallion chp 9Karabakh Stallion chp9
The rope burned against my neck pulling and rubbing, the Arab on his pure grey Arabian stallion galloped closed behind. Trying to get a better hold of me. I lunged towards him, instead, the rope got in my way and I collided with the grey. A stinging sensation swept through my sore leg, I slowed and began to limp slightly, but the grey was horribly frightened by the blood and all the sudden movement. Galloped on, now pulling on me instead, his rider tried to slow him but the grey was in trauma, at this, I seized my chance and leapt for the fence.
The rope cut into my neck but I pushed on despite the pain. I jumped blindly, just hitting the rail with my back legs. I galloped off, as fast as a horse could in so much pain. The man went to go after me but another stopped him, "let him go, he is a dun, nothing special, they're supposed to be chestnut" he shook is head knowingly."so we let the black one go too?" He asked staring at Star "Dunno maybe" he muttered.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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