UnicornTamer wrote:[center]Username:
UnicornTamer
Name:
Sky Stealer "Rainie"
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Friesian X Arabian
Height:
16.3
Age:
5 yrs
Colour:
Charcoal black Paint
Markings:
Blaze and paint markings
Personality:
Rainie is an interesting girl, for flowing in her blood in not only the generally mild-mannered ways of the Friesian, but also the hot spirit of the Arabian. Around strangers, Rainie is docile, and assumes elegant and dignified poses, as if she were at a beauty pageant and my visitors were judges. She is the image of the epitome of equine dignity and poise. We both know better, though! As soon as the strangers are gone, Rainie becomes a completely different horse. She relaxes her stiff pose, bounces her tail up, and prances around like a filly. She is really one of the most spirited horses I have ever seen. Riding her, it's difficult to keep her standing still, or even keeping her at a walk. She loves to gallop, tearing up the ground, tossing her head, and jumping over anything in sight. But even in Rainie's quieter moments (excepting her act around strangers!) she shows her wild spirit. I have seen her standing in the paddock, erect and still, her neck extended, her head up with nostrils flared, her eyes almost all the way closed - feeling the wind whispering through her mane and running along her graceful lines. I don't call her "Sky Stealer" for nothing!
Her Companion:
Caranthir, my Friesian stallion
Story of how they met:
Rainie stood near the paddock fence, letting the night breath through her mane. Stars burned cold and silver in the swirling dark sky, though not a sliver of moon showed pale and milky. Her muscles tensed, her hooves longed to fly, but this was a night on which things happened. All alone she stood, waiting, watching, for whatever the world of night would reveal to her. And he came.
She sensed rather than saw the fiery blackness come from the shades of the sleeping trees beyond the paddock, felt rather than heard the soft snort of a spirited breath. An extension of the shadows, sustained with the glory of the silence and stillness of darkness, the huge black horse turned his coal-black eyes on her, his massive chest swelling as he breathed, each great feathered hoof making no sound on the dew-draped grass. Rainie felt the power and wild liberty of the stallion. Her coat prickled, her heart stumbled, and she shied back a few steps, but she knew if the black horse wanted her, no power on earth would stop him.
No hesitation in her steps, no faltering of her breath. She returned to the fence and extended her neck. He advanced, a king by right of his own savage freedom and spirit. He stroked his head against hers, and at the feel of the smooth, heavy, hugeness so close to her and yet so gentle, a tremble of terrified exhilaration leaped through her and flew out of her eyes.
And there they stood. His soul spoke to hers, and she turned from him and fled toward the barn, the quiet standing of civilization, but in half a heartbeat's time she turned once more, her flight only to gain momentum for her true flight. Her hooves struck the grass, her dark mane caught the wind like wings as she raced back to the fence and the great black stallion. Then she left the earth, soared like a runaway shadow, and felt the whoosh of air around her and rushing into her lungs and laughing and singing as the two horses galloped away, far away, into the night and the lands beyond.
(My sister wrote this for me since typing really hurts my hands.)
Art copyright Elentari
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