white horse.
Name:
Dark Cloud Dancer (or Cloud for short :3)
I named her this because her paint splotches look like soft clouds. Her personality goes with her name very well. Her history reflects on how brave and strong she was through the hard times, and Clouds seem to float one by, even in the hardest of weather.
Gender:
Female/Mare
Species:
Equine ~ Welsh Cob
Kennel Number:
#114
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like Cloud because she is just such a breathtaking horse. I would have never thought of those colors on a horse together, but on her she looks absolutely amazing. Also I love her mane and tail, they are very realistic and bring out her coat color. I also would like Cloud because she would be a great addition to my horse character herd and she would be a beautiful brood mare and make beautiful foals.
I will do many things with this character, including breeding her, making art of her, and displaying her on my character page. As I said above, she will make amazing foals that will be one of a kind. Since she has such a striking color and unique markings and paint spots, she will be very fun to make art of. I will display her proudly on my character page, with all my other most loved horse characters.
Personality:
All together, Cloud is a very sensitive horse. Her delicate feelings are easily hurt, and she has a hard time picking the right friends. She has got her heart broken many times by mean stallions, and her self esteem plummeted when she became friends with rude mares. When she isn't depressed and sensitive, she's laughing with the friends that make her happy. On the other side, Cloud has a peppy and happy personality, and that is only when she's not alone. She loves to gallop, it makes her feel free, with the wind blowing in her mane and the earth hitting her large hooves. Cloud is also pretty pessimistic, and always thinking of the
History:
Cloud was born on a small farm, with a small family. Her mother died shortly after she was born, for unknown reasons that the family has not found out. The family dealt with the death of her mother well, and they looked at the up side of losing her mother, they had a new baby foal. Cloud grew up with this family, learning the basics of riding. She was trained until age two, when she was finished. The sons of the family always wanted to ride her, but the father said no, for they were only 9 and they can't ride a 2 year old horse. Years passed, and the sons were able to ride at age 14, and Cloud was 7. She grew a liking to the twin boys, and they loved her very much. Cloud would follow them around the pasture, and they would tease her by shaking the grain bucket. One day, one of the twins, named John, got very sick. Since the family was poor, they didn't have enough money to pay for his medical bills, so the only way to get the money to save his life was to sell Cloud. The other twin, named James, was very sad, for he could loose a brother and was losing their best friend also. James decided it was for Cloud's and John's own good. They sold Cloud to a huge farm for a good amount of money, and saved John's life. white horse came to the large barn and saw Cloud, and instantly fell in love with such an amazing Welsh Cob. They will have many adventures together and white horse will care for Cloud his as much as he boys did.
(This might get a little confusing now. Cloud his sleeping in her stall at white horse's barn, haing a dream inside of a dream inside a dream, and so on. It is her history.)
I looked out from my stall, whacking my small foal tail against the sides. The young boys, who I didn't know the names of, pulled each others hair and bit each other's skin "When she grows up, I"M THE FIRST TO RIDE HERRR!" the smaller of the two yelled. I pinned my ears back and scraped my small teeth on the bars, and both boys snapped their heads towards me. They frowned and went into my stall, and petted me softly. "Sorry, Cloud. We both love you, and..." the bigger of the two said.
I never remembered what he said after. I opened my eyes quickly from the dream, and looked around.
I was laying down in my unusual smelling, slightly dirty, straw filled stall, closing my eyes and remembering that moment, something I will never, ever forget. I opened my eyes and turned my head when I heard light footsteps, the footsteps of a small child. I peeled my young, 4 year old self off the stall floor, shaking my dirty coat. John, the smaller of the two, smiled at me as I stretched and shook my long mane. He coughed violently, making me want to plug my ears. I frowned at the boy, who was now 11. He was a very cute boy, with a nice face shape and longish black hair, and bright blue eyes. His twin brother was almost identical, but he was 3 inches taller than him and had shorter hair. John opened the door slightly, his black hair falling in front of his small face. He petted me from my ears to my haunches, speaking soft words and feeling soft touches. The moment was interrupted by a vigorous cough again, and the door to the stable opened up again. James' and John's father walked in, a concerned look on his strong face. The man was very stern and strict looking, be he was what you call a 'gentle giant'. I spoke some words to John that made the boy frown, and the father said, "Get back into the house, leave the horse alone, and I'll have mother call the doctor."
I never saw the boy again, and I still remember his sick face. I laid down in my stall, again, closing my eyes. After several, what feels like long and tiring minutes, I fell asleep again.
I plodded through the wet pasture, my longish mane drenched with rain. I called out into the night, looking for John and James. The rain poured down again, and I shivered, my blood turning to ice. I neighed again, my hooves seeping deeper into the mud. I pulled them out, the mud caked in the cracks of my hooves. I closed my eyes and waited for the rain to stop.
"Geeze, Cloud! You don't need to scream."
James clipped the lead rope under my halter and I opened my eyes, restraining from the pull of James, but realized it was him and I walked on next to him. "Nothing's gonna get you out here, silly mare," he said, patting my wet neck. After several minutes, we managed to make it inside the barn. I went into my stall gracefully, and ate the half-stale hay that was given to me. James watched me from outside the old and broken down stall, barely any room for me to move. "Too bad were going to have to let her go," a familiar voice said behind James. James turned to his tall dad, who put his shoulder on the pre-teen. "It's the only way we can keep him alive," James said, turning back to me. "You know it was a hard decision, Dad. But it is for Cloud's and John's own good," James said, a tear dripping down his wet face. James' Dad pulled him into a hug, knowing how someone losing a good friend can make you miserable. James let go of the embrace and walked into my stall, and I picked up my head and nuzzled James in the stomach.
"Just don't die on me early, Cloud. Find someone who loves you as much a we did."
I snorted and whipped my head up, my legs very tired from standing in this torn stall. There was no humans, and horses I didn't even know were sleeping beside me, not making one sound except for their soothing breathing. I looked around, and the auction house was closed, no people around. I relaxed, feeling my muscles relax also. I have been at this wretched place for 4 days now. I was brought into the ring once a day, no one would bid for me, and I was taken away back to this same "stall" that I have been living in for the past 4 days. I stretched my neck, trying to figure out what time it was. I decided it was around 3:00 in the morning, the sun has not yet peeked over the horizon. I fell back asleep and waited for morning.
The next morning, I was awakened by the sounds of horses and people, pulling and yelling. The rope to my stall was unhooked, and a large man put on my halter that rubbed me raw, and I followed him obediently out of the house for the horses to be auctioned today.
When I walked out, many people were surrounding the small ring, holding drinks of alcohol and holding white papers with large numbers. I looked around wildly, my actions probably skewing the chances of getting a new home. I looked around again, seeing a teenager girl push her way through the crown. He long brown hair fell in front of her hair, hiding her bright green eyes. She watched me, smiling as I was led into the ring. The auction judge yelled out my characteristics and no one held up numbers. The teenage girl pulled out the crumpled paper that said said "41" In large, black, bold numbers. She bid a certain amount of money, which I could not hear over the yelling and laughing. I was walked a little more, watching the other men clink their glass bottles together, guzzling the amber liquid inside. I whinnied and the large mallet pounded twice on the wooden podium.
"3 times, and she goes to #41!"
I opened my eyes again, the dreams giving me a horrible headache. I swished my newly trimmed tail, and my bright coat was clean and brushed. I walked over to my water bowl and took many, long drinks from my water bowl. white horse peered into my roomy stall, and smiled. "Look's like you finally woke up. Must have had a long dream, am I right?" she said with a small laugh at the end. She walked away and came back with my saddle and green saddle pad, the bridle dangling from her left arm. I stretched and waited to the tack, knowing that I have a perfect life and someone that loves me.
Other:
Thank you for reading.
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I decided to try out for Cloud again, so here is my form.
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Username:
white horse.
Name:
The Sweet Escape (or Mocha, as some call her.)
I named her 'The Sweet Escape' because I how she overcame her thought of death and suicide. He escape the world she was trapped in, and she will never think about it again. Her nickname is 'Mocha' because of her sweet, chocolate brown mane and tail. She is a beautiful mare altogether.
Gender:
Female/Mare
She Definetly had a mare tint to her. I couldn't see her as a stallion or a gelding.
Species:
Equine - Norman Cob Cross
She looks like a large mare, and Norman Cobs have always been one of my favorite breeds of horses. I've never have a Norman Cob horse char, and she fits my standards perfectly.
Kennel Number:
She is in kennel #115.
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
When I first saw this character under the other horse, Cloud, she instantly caught my eye. Her coat color is a rare and unusual color, and I could never think of such beautiful colors together. Her markings are also beautiful, and her face looks like a skull or a mask, and its makes her look mysterious and beautiful. I would also like her because she would make a great addition to my herd of horses. I treat each horse with respect and love, and Mocha would make a great addition to my horses and I will treat her with respect and authority. I'll try my best to enter her in role plays, and definitely order art for her.
I will neve neglect and not use this character, and she was made by my best friend on CS, Rosalind. I will love her forever, she is truly amazing and I don't think I could take it if I didn't own this mare. She will be one of my most loved horse characters. I never let my amazing characters go to dust. She will be a striving mare with a lot of fans (hopefully) and Ill try to make as much art of her as even possible. I have never been one for drafts horses, but she is a grand mare and will be a amazing goes when I own her. I will be breeding her to my own horse charries, and some of her offspring may be sold. She will be forever in my heart and I will own her until... Never. I will never sell her or give her away, her markings an colors are just too special. Lastly, she will be in a forever home, and will be cherished forever.
Personality:
Mocha is a very strong hearted and brave mare. Her history gives her a reason to protect herself from humans, and she is very paranoid and always thinks things through. She is always on task and gets things done when their supposed to. She is a diligent working mare, but she is more of a follower than a leader. She never had any friends in her lifetime, and she was a sad and lonely mare. Also, Mocha hates the rain and the cold, and tolerates the hot weather. She has a way of almost reading horses and human's minds, but not all the way. She can tell by the way a horse or person stands in front of her, how they are thinking and feeling. She could care less about humans that have hurt her, and she doesn't want anything to do with them. Also, Mocha knows how to navigate through the plains and the hills like the back of her hoof. Even though her history and past is broken down and she doesn't want to repeat it, she looks past those things and lives life to the fullest. She's a sweet mare that will do anything for the ones she loves, and she loves to be ridden. It makes her feel alive, and she doesn't think about anything else while she's running.
History:
Awakening from the darkness, my legs were shaking and the air smelled like metal. The sharp blade grass rubbed against my raw skin and it soothed me. After several minutes, I opened my sleepy and heavy eye lids, looking at the scene around me. I was laying in a dark pool of blood, my coat was stained with the red liquid. The air smelled of blood, that metal smell. I lifted my beaten down body up off the grass in the forest, looking around again. More horses laid on the ground, with no heartbeat. I was lucky that I lived, and I was happy I woke up again. I went to every horse around me, touching my nose to their chest, feeling for the familiar "thump-thump" from their bodies. I went to 5 horses before I started to sob, tears coming down my face. There was no sign of life in any of my friends, family and herd mates. I saw a familiar body a little farther than I was now, and I started to trot over there. I haven't had food for days, my body was famished and parched. I made it over there and I smiled: he was my mate. I poked his strong shoulder with my large hoof, but he didn't budge. He was a very strong horse, and I hoped he was alive. After a couple minutes of trying to get him up, and started to sob again. I touched my muzzle to his chest like I did to the others, but I felt nothing. I will never feel his heart thump again.
.;.
I gritted my teeth and screamed, and I didn't care if they saw me or heard me. I bolted down the hill, my salty tears flying behind me and onto the green grass. The wheat fields were flattened from the men on horseback plowing through to get to us. I didn't know what their pleasure was to kill us all, the genocide was not right. I skidded to a stop, walking through the wheat fields. I rubbed my bloody muzzle against the smooth grains, taking in the scents and the textures of the situations. I walked a little more before collapsing on the ground, my muscles were fatigued and I didn't want to live anymore. I had no family, no friends, no love, no life...
I gritted my teeth and cried again, my whole body sprawled across the flattened down wheat, and I never wanted to see the world again. I picked myself up off the ground again and made my way back into the woods. After walking for a little while, I looked up into the unfamiliar trees. Something dropped from one of them, and landed in front of me. I smelled the foreign object, its rotten scent filling my nose with gross feelings. I snorted and looked up, seeing something that I hadn't seen in a while: apples. I pushed my body up against the sturdy trunk, a dozen apples plummeting to the ground. I smiled and trotted over to them, biting into a yellow delicious, the sweet taste bursting on my tongue. I finished 4, and I thought I wanted to eat more, and I should. (She is famished, but feels full. So she still need more but she is in denial now.) I refused more and my stomach growled, but I ignored it and kept walking.
My tongue became dry again, and my head was spinning. I laid on the ground again, rubbing my hoof through the grass. The large, salty ocean was crashing up on the rocky beach, and I got up again to walk down there. I walked all the way up onto a rocky promontory, looking down at the sharp rocks 10 feet below the rock I was standing on. The ocean waves lapped up onto the rocks, the salty smell filling my lungs. How much I wanted to drink it, it was salt and would make my thirstier. I snorted and stood closer to the rocks below. I thought about how much I wanted not to live in this world anymore, and my hooves slipped at the edge of the promontory. I wanted to push off my back legs to end everything, but something in my heart told me not to do it.
.;.
I backed up slightly, peering down again at the sharp rocks. The water lapped up again onto them, and I opened my eyes, taking in the sounds of the crashing water. I tended up my muscles when I heard a sound behind me. The wind whipped through the pine trees behind me, and the sound was gone. I turned around, away from the promontory and the rocky beach. I slowly slinked towards the forest again, listening for any sounds. I didn't know why I was so scared to such small sounds, it might have been what happened before I came to the rocky beach.
It was just last night, the grass and the trees looked like they were shivering along with me. My herd looked around the trees, stomping their hooves and shaking their coats. I was next to my mate, who was trying to find a suitable place for us to take a rest for the night. We ventured into the dark forest, the sounds of the crickets and the birds droned. I shivered and stayed next to him, and walked gingerly through the damp forest. We decided to stay near a large grove of pine trees that were taller and bigger than the rest. I leaned against a sturdy one and fell asleep next to him.
I awoke to the sounds of pounding hooves and screeching neigh, my friends dropping beside me. I bolted out of the grove, not looking back. To my luck, many men on horseback thundered up the hill, lassos and guns flying in the air. One man chased after me,so a bounded back to the grove. He shot at me with his pistol, and whipped me with the lasso. I wanted to stop and fall to the ground, my new and fresh cuts burning my skin. I heard another gunshot again, and I fell to the ground, the man grumbling, and my world went black. A pool of blood formed around my leg as I was out, and my leg hurt after.
.;.
I shook my head to get the memory out of my head, but I know that it's something that is infamous and I will never forget it. I looked down at my healing leg, which was much better. The trees shook again, and I shred and stepped backwards. I snorted and wanted to run, but again, my heart told me I shouldn't do it.
"It's ok, mare, no one will hurt you, big thing,"
.;.
The sound of the young girl's voice soothed my breaking soul, mending it in a way that could not be explained. I walked forward on command from my conscious, already trusting the being that spoke to me.
The human walked out of the large, prickly bush, her brown hair tied back and her hands were clammy and bloody. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her face and body has lost color. She extended her small hand out, blood forming around the newly cut wounds. In a way, she made me feel safe, and she looked and acted a lot like me. I walked forward into her hand, feeling to blood deep under my thin hair on my muzzle. She smiled inside and outside, her whole body warming up again. The breeze flowed through my mane and her knotted hair again, and she looked up at me. I opened my eyes to the girl, who had a smile on her face.
.;.
"If I can trust you, can you trust me too?"
.;.
I will never forget when she said those words, something that changed my life and didn't make me want to end it ever again. I laid down in my stall, the floorboards providing support for my large body. Now, I'm not as famished and sad, I feel full and happy, looking forward to everyday to come.
Nothing can change the way I feel bout my owner, without her, I will go back to the promontory, remember the events that made me want to die. I have no intention to leave her, because she trusts me, and I trust her back. I fulfilled her promise, and I will never let her down.
razorѕ paιn yoυ;
rιverѕ are daмp;
acιdѕ ѕtaιn yoυ;
and drυgѕ caυѕe craмpѕ.
gυnѕ aren't lawғυl;
nooѕeѕ gιve;
gaѕ ѕмellѕ awғυl;
yoυ мιgнt aѕ well lιve.
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