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Post by &&Emily on Jul 28, 2008 13:33:06 GMT -5
Name:Fateless Destiny, but if you would like to see tommorrow, call her Fate Age:seven years Gender:Mare. want to make sure? Color:Dapples have long since faded, leaving a white coat in their place Breed:Arabian Height: fifteen hands high Alliance:she assumes that she is light, but hints of dark have begun peeking out from within her History:She was forced by a stud, and has become angry at the world. If you get past her wall, she is actually quite sweet, but for now will remain angry at the world and overprotective of her foal (picture coming soon)
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Post by &&Emily on Jul 28, 2008 13:50:16 GMT -5
Name: Fateless Destiny, but Fate will work
Gender: Mare. want to make sure?
Mate: the day that chickens rule the world
Appearance & Origin: Seven years have passed by her, filled with confusion, anger, hatred and so many other things. A coat once filled with dapples has long since faded, leaving a white pelt behind it. She stands at fifteen hands of off the ground.
Status & Info: loner-she has seen this land in all of its glory. After watching Dove and Dauntless be so happy together, she left, overwhelmed with jealousy. Now she is back, ready to make a new life with her foal alongside her. Her hope is that no one will remember her and that no one from the past will be here
Role player: Emily(horses4ever)
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Post by &&Emily on Jul 28, 2008 13:52:17 GMT -5
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Post by &&Emily on Jul 28, 2008 14:42:12 GMT -5
A moment. Just one single moment of any one emotion, stupidity, jealousy whatever it may be. Just one moment could make all the difference in the world.
“Go away. You know that I dislike you.” “Not a chance”
Black and Gray molded together, and for just a second were one. The gray began to shake, not believing what had just happened, and what was now to become.
“Have fun sweet cheeks”
The Black disappeared, leaving a totally changed equine in his wake.
Fast forward to present Day
“Liliana, stay away from that brute.” “Sorry mommy.”
The bays head hung as she returned to her mother’s side, unhappy with her mother disapproval. The grays muzzle swept over her filly, checking for any injuries or harm of any sort. Finding nothing, she nodded in approval. Attention was returned to the brute, which was watching her with a rather shocked expression on his face. Ears flew back as she glared at him, giving him the clear message to leave. After a moment, he obliged, unhappily striding away. As he disappeared, the mother looked back towards her foal.
“You can go play now deary.” “Thank you mommy.”
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