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((So joy. If you roleplay Wild Horse, then feel free to hop on in to this roleplay! =D))



The whispers…
They followed her everywhere.
Followed her everywhere…
Everywhere…

A snow-white mare stood still as a stone in a meadow, her white mane and tail fluttering gently in the breeze. Her eyes, a soft blue color, were clouded with fear and anxiety. At almost every sound she heard, she shied away, afraid that something would come leaping out at her. Who wouldn’t be on end with the past she had faced? Her old herd had been torn apart by the evil plottings of a stallion so cruel, it was unimaginable torture to even be in his presence. He had sided with the herd’s enemies – the wildcats, the coyotes and wolves, and all the rest of them. That night, that fateful night when the herd was torn apart… The terror she had seen remained with her forever as the most horrifying night of her life. And she had been used as part of that plan to tear the herd apart. She had been completely deceived of what she was doing – she had just thought it was the right thing to do. The stallion, that malevolent stallion, had already been suspected of doing things and was always closely watched in the herd. He had approached her nonchalantly and politely, and soon, he had had her in to his grips. She had liked him, thinking that he was a brave and true stallion that she had always wanted to meet. With her adoration of him, he soon persuaded her to occupy the herd leader and the other horses in the herd watching him while he hurried off to as he put it, run an errand. She had of course, done what he said. That night, she had gone to sleep, happy that she had succeeded in doing the stallion’s errands and that she felt she had done something right. She had been woken up by the sound of growling and howls, accompanied by shrill whinnies and cries from the nearby horses in her herd. In the midst of all the pandemonium, she had managed to spot her stallion. But when she saw him, she was instantly surprised. He hadn’t been fighting the predators. Instead… He had been laughing insanely, his eyes rolled back, revealing the whites of his eyes. Half out of fear and half out of anger, she had bolted away as fast as she could, dashing away from the horrible sight. On her flight away from the scene, she had tripped over a mare lying on the ground. She heard the mare whispering to herself. And those where the whispers that haunted her still today.

That had been two years ago. Two years, and she still hadn’t recovered from that terrible, terrible ordeal. From that past, she had solemnly never trusted another stallion again – not that there were actually many around. Since she had been but a yearling back then in her herd, this of course, made her three years old.

She talked in a soft, gentle voice. Her graceful way of moving came from the Lipizzaner blood in her. In fact, she was pure Lipizzaner. She stood about 15 hands high, with a small, dainty figure. She was obviously a shy equine, not liking to pry in to matters that didn’t involve her.

The names the heavens (or rather, her dam) gifted her with? Kayani. (D)

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((This is like the first time I've tried a horse roleplay. I know a bit about them, but if I get something wrong, please tell me!))

A flash of chesnut moved swiftly across the meadow, it's mane and tail streaming behind it. The mare- a good sized mare too, standing at about 16 hands- galloped joyfully until she began to sweat and foam. She slowed to a panting walk and moved steadily towards the sound of a faint trickling of water, her ears perked happily.

Slowly regaining her breath, the mare soon spotted a small stream. She bent her head as she arrived at it's bank and waded a bit farthur in before plunging her muzzle into the crisp fresh-water. When she pulled her head up, gasping for breath once again, she looked around with chocolate brown eyes, wondering if there was another horse anywhere near by.

The mare had been separated from her herd, despite her mother's warnings. "Always keep the lead stallion in sight Adrianna." As if she would ever listen. Now the mare was separated, although at five years old, she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She didn't care really. Herds were too close. Everyone knew everyone's business.

Adrianna shook her head, shaking off the water that clung to her whiskers, then started off at a brisk trot, hoping to find some companionship somewhere.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Yeah, well, I was born in the town of good ol' Oka-la-homa.
Or somethin' like that.
I wouldn' know.

Obsidian hooves pounded the ground like daggers, churning up the rich earth underneath and throwing it up into the air, causing it to sprinkle and dart about as winds came by to toss them away. As he ran, rough locks of black mane slapped against a glossy, sweat strewn neck. Strong, muscular legs made him move across the terrain quickly and easily with stamina and endurance. Suddenly, he skidded to a quick stop, his hooves digging grooves into the earth at the force that he halted. He gave a snort of amusement - he did that often, starting to dash madly and then stopping very quickly.

A dark brown gaze swept over the surroundings. Many rolling hills lay spread out in front of him, lush grass embedded and growing within the soil. Lowering his head, he opened his mouth and pulled in a few of the tender grasses, pulling them into his mouth and chewing, savoring the tastes that filled his mouth. The grass here was good and he was intending on staying here a while to regain his strength after his long treks over many different types of lands.

His mother had always told him not to get dirty, for she didn't enjoy the chore of having to lick him clean, but with a rebellious snort at his mother's distant echoing words in his head, he charged into a mud puddle, rolling around and giving nickers of satisfaction as the dark brown colored mud seeped into his coat, darkening his look almost instantly. Standing up and giving himself a shake, he gave yet another snort of amusement.

Yeah, I was always the rebellin' kind.
Mutinous, whatever.
My main principle is just let me have my livin'.
And I'll let you have yours.
And we'll be startin' up a revolution.

A wild and spirited look danced through his eyes, curtisy of the wild Arabian blood that ran through his very veins. He was made of a strong and stocky build. His coat shone a burnished dark bay color in the sunlight. His mane and tail were rather long - both were black. On his hind left leg, a streak of ivory ran up until the hock.

My name is Revolution.
But you can call me Rev, hon'.


((Sorreh for the terrible intro. Just typed it up on the spot. x3))

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The chesnut mare paused as she heard the sound of hoof beats near by. Adrianna's ears perked and she turned towards the sound, her ears flicking back and forth as she realized the sound came from ahead and a smell came from behind. She turned her head back and forth and trotted towards the sound, deciding to let the smell come to her. The smell was being quiet, so maybe it didn't want to be disturbed.

Adrianna pranced slightly when she saw a male ((I dunno whether he's a stallion or a gelding so yeah)) horse. She whinnied a greeting. "'Ello!" she called. The chesnut slowed to a stop and watched the Arabian for a moment.

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The stallion looked around wildly, wondering where the source of the voice had come from. He soon spotted the mare, but he scented her before she came into his sight. Observing her, the five-year-old stallion paused for a moment to look her over before he trotted over eagerly.

"'Cello, pretty lady," Revolution greeted the mare in his usual oddly accented deep voice. He scuffed the ground with a hoof, staring with his brown gaze directly at the mare, not caring about the faint voices in his mind that sounded exactly like his mother, saying that he shouldn't stare at another equine, no matter how much he thought of the equine. "To what do I be owing for you visitin'?" he asked her, tossing his head high in the air.

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Kayani trotted rather languidly, having nothing better to do. The wind blew slightly at her mane, making the white silky locks dance up and down, returning back and kissing her glossy white neck lightly. Pale blue eyes were nearly clear - clearer than they had been for a while. It turned out that for a while, she had managed to forget the haunting memories that surrounded her day after day. She let out a small nicker to show how free she felt, although not much sound was uttered from her vocal chords.

The wind whistling by made her remember the whispers, though. There they were, starting again. Please let the rest of the herd live. Please don't let them take my foal. Please, please, please. Let me die in peace. Fear clouded her eyes again as she immediately skidded to a stop, glancing around wildly for the source of the whispers, although she couldn't find them.

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Adrianna shook her head. "You owe a forgetful herd," she whinnied, her eyes dancing in amusement. "They went and left me behind when I went off explorin'." She had no accent- at least none that she heard- but she sometimes tried it out. She added the accent to her voice on purpose. Now was one of those times, and she put a slight Australian accent into her voice. A strange horse had come to her old herd years ago with that accent, claiming to have, "escaped the eah-vil hawse ownas that hed kinepped him." She had liked his accent and used it daily, until some horses thought she was weird and her mother told her to stop.

((It's really difficult to write accents in posts XD Whenever I think of Australian accents I think of Ron Pederson from MADtv and the Verbalert System . I love MADtv))

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Stupid puma get away. Scat!" a shrill voice called from within a shady grove. "Get away!" he shouted once more, pawing at the air. He woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. Another nightmare. One of losing his partner, the beautiful mare Alizay. But now he couldn't do anything. She was gone and he was alive. How he wished it could've been the other way around. That puma had been too tricky for even the likes of him – Dartanian the brave, Dartanian the strong, Dartanian the intelligent. Why? He shouldn't have had all those nicknames bestowed upon him if he couldn't even save Alizay from a simple stupid /puma/. Many told him not to despair, that there were surely many other gorgeous mares throughout the world that were just there waiting for him. But from the day he learned that Alizay was gone from him, Dartanian fell in to despair and dismay, thinking that no one could ever match his beautiful Alizay, the spirit who was now up in the wonderful place of heaven. Shaking his head, he took a drink from the creek rushing nearby. The sun glinted off of his glossy blood bay coat. He flicked his black tail on to his hindquarters to brush off a few of the flies that were currently torturing him. As he swallowed the water, he thought about his dream. Why did it keep coming back to haunt him? How could he get rid of it? His brown eyes were clouded with confusion. With a sigh, Dartanian made his way back to the grove he had been in. Perhaps he needed a change of scenery. Yes. That was it. Might as well go in search for more equine company.
-D-

((Ugh. I really need to rewrite his premade intro. Dx))

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A grey mare stood quietly, munching on grass. There was nothing for her to worry about, or so she thought. She sighed to herself, she was bored. She never thought she would wish for the days of exitment she had had in her first year of life, when the cowboys came to try and rope them, and the plains flew them into cayons. Now the mare was only three, barly full grown. She had come to this place on a boat, then escaped as yearling. The place where she had come from, she remembeed sandy hills and in some hidden places, spots where grass grew green, and water was plentifull.
She had come form Arabia, and therefore, she was an Arab. Her coat was a glossy dark grey, and her mane and tail matched. She stood a little over 15 hands, had a dished face, and was more compact than some horses. All of these things told you that she had at least some Arab in her.
What was this lovly horses name? Toni.(pronounced Tawny. I based this on my horse)

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A liver chesnut horse horse winced as he wlked along. The nail had been stuck in his hoofs for two days, and now it hurt worse than ever. He kept his hopes up that it would just fall out, but so far it hadn't. The two yearold stallion was highstrung, so when he had saw a part of the fence down, with scatterd boards and nails lying around it, he had decided to jump it. However, when he had landed, a nail had enbeded it self in his hoof. He winced again.
This young stallion had one front right white stocking, and two hind socks. He had a blaze on his forehead. This horses name? Fire. (forgive me for the horribleness.)

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(( Hmmm, lets see how bad mine will be.))

A dappled gray shape trotted out of the shade of a cherry blossom tree, two royal blue eyes peeking out of a snow white mane. The horse lifted her finely shaped head, her arabian bloodlines showing. Silver-white hooves barely touched the ground as she trotted over to the two horses, a chestnut mare and a black stallion.
The sun kissed her pelt, making her dapples look like snowflakes on grey silk, the wind blowing through her snow white tail, making it billow like a flag. She didn't have much past, tho\ugh, she only remembered being born in this feild, under a cherry tree.
The only memories of her mother was when she gave her her name. " I shall call you Dance, so you shall forever dance, and I will watch over you always". That is what her mother had said when she gave Dance her name.

As she approached the two horses, her ocean blue eyes studied the black stallion carefully, for she thought him to be very handsome. "Hello" She winnied with a melodic voice, bowing gracefuly.

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A magnificent white stallion lifted his finely shaped head, nostrils flared. He smelled another stallion, and mares.
His pelt shown in the sunlight, pure white and dazzling enough to make even fresh fallen snow look dull. He looked around with chocolate brown eyes, and saw a pretty mare, a dark grey one with a matching mane and tail, and yet another beautiful mare, this one with a flame colored coat. His eyes glittered with amusement as he saw his younger sister, Dance, who was about 3 years old, while he was 4, talking to a black stallion. Icefire, wich was the stallions name, walked up to the grey mare first.
"Hello" He said, his fant spanish accent coming through his voice as he bowed. Long tresses of white mane flowed onto his neck as he bowed, wich were part of his Andalusian bloodlines--his long silky, and slighly wavy mane.

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((Red roan, p'rhaps? :3))

"Indeedy," Revolution responded nonchalantly. He lowered his neck and brushed his muzzle against the lush grass that grew everywhere. Pulling a few pieces of the grass through his kissers, he chewed them thoughtfully in his mouth, savoring the juicy tastes that came from the grass. He raised his head.

"Grass sure is good 'round here," he snorted, although anyone -- even one of those flabby faced creatures that tried to catch horses -- would know that it was good grass by just looking at the greeness and the texture it held. "Where d'ya come from?" he asked the mare whom he was speaking to, simply asking a normal, everyday question.

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The two year old mare's pace slackened until she was in a walk. She continued shaking her head to try to rid it of the thoughts and memories that all of a sudden flooded in quickly. Suddenly, she halted, still attempting to get rid of the memories.

The sun glinted off of Kayani's snow-white pelt, causing her to appear healthy and pretty, although she felt the complete opposite on the inside. A quick zephyr that passed by caused her to look up, terror springing into her eyes and blossoming inside her. On the breeze, she scented faintly a smell she hadn't been able to scent in a long time. For the past two years, she had never scented or even seen traces of this creature that she now smelled.
And now it was here and closer than ever.
Equine.

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Dartanian stood up, searching for somebody to keep him company. Sweat beads had formed on his neck and back and were trickling down like tears. He shook his head, trying to get Alizay's death out of his mind. "She was so beautiful... She didn't have to die," he murmured to himself, tears blotting his eyesight out. In his despair, he bumped into something.

Being a polite horse and wanting to apologize immediately, Dartanian looked up to see who or /what/ he had hit. His eyes were filled with the sight of another equine, a mare, who had a look of absolute terror written across her face. For a split second, his mind crossed to memories of Alizay for this equine looked exactly like his beloved mare. "...Alizay?" he whispered.

Kayani looked at the stallion, sidestepping and shying away out of fear. Alizay? Who was Alizay? What was Alizay? "W-w-what d-do you want from m-m-me?" Kayani asked the stallion, fear forcing her voice to quiver and shake. Her petite frame was also shaking from fear.

Dartanian now knew that this wasn't Alizay. Alizay would never quake in fear of him. Feeling desolate and dejected, he responded, "I'm sorry. I believed you to be my beloved mare that I lost a while ago." He looked down at the ground, then dipped his head in a bow towards the mare. "Might I inquire about your dubbance?"

"W-w-why d-d-do you n-need it?" Kayani stammered out, stamping a delicate hoof against the rich earth, even more fear spreading throughout her as she looked at the stallion. He was handsome and seemed kind enough and didn't seem like he was out to do anything to her, but that malevolent stallion so long ago had been the same way at first.

"M'lady, I'm not out to get you, if that's what you mean. I would just like to know what I may call you," Dartanian assured the trembling mare, still wanting to know what her name was so that he could finally call her something besides something like 'you'.

Kayani examined the stallion, afraid to tell him her name. Well, what could he do with just the information of her name? "K-K-K-Kayani," she managed to get out, taking a few paces backwards. Her left hind leg was raised in case he showed any signs of brutalness; she would immediately take off if he did so.

Dartanian was glad that he had finally learned the mare's name. "Fair name, Lady Kayani," he told her. He wasn't even trying to get her to like him -- that was just the way he spoke. He was extremely polite and adressed other equines quite formally. "In case you ever need it, my dubbance that I was gifted with was Dartanian."

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((Is Revolution talking to Dance, Blackie??"

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((Dance was never talking to Revolution, though. o.o;
You said that Dance was talking to a black stallion.
I don't have a black stallion.
Revolution is a dark bay.
Dartanian is a blood bay.
Kayani's a white mare.))

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((Oh, nevermind. Well, she /was/ talking to Revolution. I though, because of the black mane and hooves...))