Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery
There are those who are strong and bold leaders, or those who shy away from leadership and stick to the back, in the middle there lies a dark figure named Anninux, still searching to assert herself in a spot of her own, somewhere, anywhere. The black lady gently made her way over the terrain, her ribs showing more than ever as she moved her frame softly, she was hungry and cold, lazily sliding her hooves across the ground, creating soft creases in the dirt as she moved around aimlessly.
"Hello?" her voice was meagre as it moved through the almost derelict landscape, passing all the shallow trees and silencing the formless whispers of the crows. The hope for a reply was now truncated as she tried to rise into a trot, her body scantily holding her in position as she raised her long legs and began to increase in speed, the mare snorted, steam erupting from her nostrils as she looked around, a meagre hope still lit within her as she slowed down, a heaving sigh almost escaping her chest. The onyx mare peered at all the trees, joy lighting within her for a second every time she was able to spot any animal at all, she felt her need to be here quite pointless now, loneliness was perhaps her only hope for now, as it has been for a very long time.
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