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			             The air blew cool and crisply while the summer birds flew high over head heading south for another upcoming winter. The leaves on the trees began to turn bright oranges and yellows before finally wiltering away and falling to the ground. The meadow was quite deserted except for a few yuma that grazed upon the grass. One lone foal was wandering the grassy plains. His gait seemed a bit unsteady because of his youth, and not knowing yet how to balance himself well.   Finding himself far from anyone, he began to get a bit nervous and scared. Soon his fear over came him and he cried. His tears hit the ground and began to form a small puddle.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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			            The sounds of the twigs snapping and leaves crackling announcing this certain boney vampire's appearance. His smoky gray coat shimmers in the sunlight, revealing bone designs on his body and his hollow gray eyes scans the surroundings before he smiles slightly when he sees a foal standing there in middle of the meadow crying his heart out. Night Emerys slowly makes his way over to the foal silently without making anymore sounds, his tail swishes back and forth against his rump shooing the remaining flies away from his body.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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