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[lynettetan1]

→ Sacred Spirit ←

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Name
Sacred Spirit.
Known as
Spirit
Age
9
Gender
Stallion
Personality
Spirit is a wise horse. He is generally a look before you leap kind of stallion, and is pretty cautious. He doesn't mind courting or snaking, and can do both relatively well. He is quite a good fighter, so I suggest you don't get him mad. He treats a mare as well as he thinks she should be treated, but doesn't overdo it till he seems like a pushover. A wise stallion, he is quite patient, and treats mares relatively well. With other stallions, though, his patience is a little thin. But that is to be expected, no? He never gets prideful, as he knows that arrogance can be one's downfall.

Basically he's usually pretty quiet, not being one to really gab about anything. He is strong and confident, but his temper may be a little short around stallions.
History
Spirit had a normal upbringing, born to a herd mare and the lead stallion. He grew up well, and he trained. At two, his father kicked him out, and Spirit had a new life ahead of him. He was excited, but found out pretty quickly that all the mares were well guarded by older, more experienced stallions. Feeling a little bummed, he joined a bachelor group, and stayed there for five years, honing his skills. At seven, he left the group, and wrested control of a three mare herd. After showing his dominance, the mares quickly warmed up to him, and they traveled together, roaming the lands for a year and a half.

As they were traveling a year and a half later, though, Spirit's herd was set on by a helicopter. It flew above them, scaring the herd. The lead mare, a fiery arab, quickly lead the herd away from the helicopter. Little did they know, it wasn't attacking them, it was herding them. It lead them into a corral, and Spirit discovered it at the last moment. He screamed to his mares to turn around, to stop, but they didn't hear him above the din, and when they did, it was too late. Spirit screamed at them to turn around as he spun and ran out, under the helicopter. His mares and yearlings looked at him like he was crazy, and the arabian refused to lead the herd to him, not wanting to go near the helicopter. He neighed and neighed, but it was too late. As his lead mare hesitated, the humans closed the gate, trapping them forever, and Spirit had to run or get caught too.

Gritting his teeth in grief, he forced himself to turn away from his mares, ignoring their now pleading cries. Nothing could be done, and he knew it. Now, he is a lone stallion, and he still blames himself for not seeing it sooner.

Other: I got the pic from flickr, I think it was allowed.

[nellyboo]

Abaccus

Baskus watched as the beautiful mare approached. In Russia, they only had big, hardy draft mares. This mare was different... She was delicate, yet strong. My name is Abaccus, but you can call me Baskus he wickered softly. He nudged his nose with hers. She smelled like flowers...

Southern star


And i am Southern star but you may call me star she said and followed him when he left when he smashed into the black mare Oh wow another mare i was the on,y horse for years she said softly to herself impressed by the sudden movent of the stallion I can see your busy so ill just be heading off she said softly and turned walking off

[lynettetan1]

(Am I accepted?)

[nellyboo]

-Auto accepted sorry-

[lynettetan1]

Sacred Spirit

Spirit trotted across the meadow, lowering his head to snatch up some grass. His heart still ached for his mares and foals, a fiery arab and two bay mustangs. He missed them dearly, but knew he had to rebuild his life. Shaking his mane, he picked a trot, looking for mares.

[nellyboo]

Pretty little liar




Name
Pretty little liar
Known as
Honesty
Age
6
Gender
mare
Personality
Shy
History
Personal sorry

[lynettetan1]

Sacred Spirit

Spirit trotted across the meadow, lowering his head to snatch up some grass. His heart still ached for his mares and foals, a fiery arab and two bay mustangs. He missed them dearly, but knew he had to rebuild his life. Shaking his mane, he picked a trot, looking for mares.

[nellyboo]

Ƥяɛттʏ ˩ιттℓɛ ˩ιαя
Ħσиɛƨтʏ;6;Ƥαℓιмιиσ αяαвιαи;Ɩи Ħɛαт;


Honesty sigh and began to graze she was in the firest but wasent scared she had griwn up hereshe was at the edge and cantered forward seeing the stallion she grazed (Sacred Spirit)

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Ħσиɛƨтʏ;6;Ƥαℓιмιиσ αяαвιαи;Ɩи Ħɛαт;

[lynettetan1]

Sacred Spirit

As Spirit cantered, the sun fell on his unique coat, covering it in dapples. The stallion's sky blue eyes searched the landscape, narrowing as he searched. His nostrils flared as well, searching. Finally, he smelt what he had been so earnestly searching for. A heat scent hung in the air, pungent and alluring. He perked his ears, trotting towards the sound.

He finally saw what he had been searching for. A palomino mare. She stood in the forest, uncaring of what was around her. She seemed to be one of the heavier draft types, and though he was taller and probably faster, she seemed like she would be more powerful than the mares he commonly saw. The stallion bowed his head in greeting, ears perked. "Hello, my name is Sacred Spirit, Spirit for short. Who are you?"

[halierae]

Abaccus

Baskus whinnied to the black mare. She had been scared too... Maybe they were both new? "Wait! Please, come back! ..... Please...?" Baskus got even more scared then. "Excuse me ...? May I go with you?" He asked star gingerly. He was trying to get rid of his accent, he didn't want to be different. "This place ... It terrifies me. Please, I go with you?"