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The Plains
You continue on again, and realize after a short distance that there's something watching you. Not far from the path, a while equine with a strange fin on it's neck is studying your progress down the road. It looks fierce, so you hope it isn't about to take exception to your presence. It's not until the creature lifts one foot that you realize it doesn't have hooves. Instead it has wicked looking talons tipping three clawed feet. As if realizing your sudden apprehension, it smiles, a wicked grin filled with sharp teeth. 
"Oh leave the Wanderer alone, Sharp of Teeth. " Another equine joins the scary one on the side of the path. It looks a little more conventional as far as the standards of the realm go, a winged unicorn. It has a grass green body, a golden-tan mane and tail, and dusky blue socks. "I don't see why I should, Growing of Earth, " Sharp of Teeth replies. "Because they give you indigestion, and you know you hate that, " states another equine with a silvery laugh as it comes up beside the other two. The sight of your eyes bugging out only entertains the three equines even more. Another deeper laugh joins in with the other's, a sibilant hiss of a giggle rising above it all. They were kidding, you hoped. Either way, you pick up your pace. If that thing did eat those strange to the realm, you didn't want to stick around. However, you weren't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing you run away either. The Wynds finally stop laughing, and Sharp speaks again, "Only sometimes, Dry of Desert." This sets them off again, and you hasten away to the sound of their laughter. You really don't appreciate their sense of humor.
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