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[HunterJumper]

Farrah looked over at ree and thought of how good he was being until right then and there

Ree saw a butterfly and took off in its direction. he bucked and reared but kept galloping, he stopped and snorted and kept going. he was sure he was making him self look like a fool. and just a little foal but he was older and better then and foal. he reared up and striked out and flipped over backwards on accident and hit the ground with a thud and to cover for his fall her rolled around in the dirt making him dirty, he got up and shook him self off. all the dust came off of him making a cloud of dust

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Caxx

I reared up as the wolf approached, knocking the feeble creature easily away. I wasn't hungry now, though: I was angry, angrier than I'd ever been in my entire life.

"He's going to die wishing he had never been born!" I finished with a snarl that cut through the air like a sharp blade, and I tore a chunk from the dead wolf. Blood dripped from my muzzle.

Drip-drop. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. Drip . . .

I was going insane with anger. I tossed my mane, stamped my hooves, and sent blood spraying all over my white coat and all the trees. My eyes were ablaze with a fire one could only call insanity, but I was sane, all right. Maybe not happy, but sane.

I stormed through the trees, not bothering to keep the noise level down, and my scarlet eyes locked on my prey. He was close; I could almost taste his blood on my tongue, and I kicked up a little rainbow of dust in anticipation.

Then I sprang.


Ash

"No!" I screamed, as the hooves of the carnivorous mare came crashing down on my back. She wasn't after me, but killing me would bring her a step closer to killing him, my Pozar.

I thrashed as her teeth sank into my throat, and I felt my streangth failing. I screamed, but it was gargled, it just sound like gggrralggggl. I coughed, spitting up blood, then I felt her hooves tear into me with a terrible ferocity.

"Stop!" I pleaded. "Please!" I could die for him, but if it was unnecessary . . . I didn't want to sound selfish, but I wasn't exactly begging for her to kill me.

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{ I'm sorry. XD I couldn't help myself, Essy! }

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Full Name ::

Dancing Delgato

Nickname ::

Del/Delgato

Gender ::

stallion

Age ::

3 years (Have you noticed: all of my horses, except foals, start out at 3 years old? Weird.)

Mares in Herd ::

None yet, but Del is confident.

Foals ::

Zaporo, Klynks, Diego, and Leona

Rank ::

He is a bachelor and proud of it.

Siblings ::

His "younger" (as far as maturity goes) brother, Death, who is, what a coincidence, DEAD.

Distant Family ::

He found out that a mare that was taken by the humans, Meeshka, is his cousin.

Parents ::

Dam - Mira (with his old herd)
Sire - Kryptonite (leader of his old herd; kicked him out)

Personality ::

Del is a fiery, fearless stallion, yet that isn't only what gets him in trouble: he's cocky, definitely. Probably more cocky than Han Solo, and he's a tough one to beat. He likes to feel like he's the best, but isn't afraid to admit defeat. Oh, one more thing. He HATES Caxx. A lot.

History ::

Later, please, Essy? I'm too lazy. XP But for now, I will say that he is of Spanish origin, meaning he was born in Spain.

Other ::

Uhm, no . . . ?

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Delgato

I kicked up a spiral of dust as I watched a frog hop away from me, a bird twitter and sing at my back, a water bug skidding smoothly over the water as though it had been made of glass or ice. My deep, intelligent brown eyes were soft, welcoming, and I nickered in response to the bird's shrill calls – judging by them, she was a songbird of some type – and tossed my mane. I dipped my head to drink, the many layers of my mane coming to rest beside my neck in folds. As I began to back away from the water, I caught a glimpse of my reflection.

A circle of blue was around one of my eyes, and extremely detailed artwork of doves had been drawn in it's smooth curves. Two black hand-prints stood out on my chest, so I would always remember the Wild Ones that had found me, alone without a mother, adopted me, then let me blossom into a stallion. The often told me the Spain longed to have horses such as I.

All of the paintings were permanent, because somehow the Wild Ones had made paint that stuck. Feathers, gold circlets, and various other decorative items dotted my mane and tail. I was an agile, slender, tall horse, measuring at 19hh, and steadily growing.

He was a horse that loved adventure, yet he could be slow and charming when he wanted to be. Delgato wasn't a horse you'd want to mess with.

[G.L'S]

It's raining and the stars
are falling from the sky
and the wind, and the wind
I know it's cold.

Athena stood between her uncle and her brother. She could feel Reaper's rage building dangerously to a standstill as her father hed him back from lunging at Vela. Her own brother though, was calm, collected and analytical. She watched him as he scanned the two mares to anticipate their very movements. She herself did the same but in a less organized fashion. She noticed she herself was very antsy to get on with this thing. She was the mid-ground between her brother and Reaper, calm on the outside but a terror on the inside. She always had that capability but she buried it beneath herself. Then with Sum having vanished, it manifested. She snapped her teeth, ready to fight.

I've been waiting for the day
I wil surely die
and it's here, and it's here for I've been told
that I'll die before I'm old
and the wind I know it's cold
~ Shalott, Emilie Autumn

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Caxx

The dappled bucked out at me, catching my head with the side of her hoof and flicking my muzzle up sharply. I dashed forward, bit her neck, and held her until she was still. The horse flopped the ground, limp as a doll. Laughing, I kicked her aside casually, and decided Pozar really wasn't worth it. Ash would be enough fuel for me. Whenever I killed or hurt, I felt energized, as if by magic.

My eyes grew gentle, though, as I approached more fighting horses, and I twitched an ear in wonder. A stallion (Reaper) looking like he was going to explode, and a little pain mare (Athena) standing between him and some other horses. I whinnied kindly, "What's going on here?" I wasn't in the mood to get involved, but I hated seeing others hurt when I was in this "calm" state of being. It always came after I killed or hurt, for the net week I'd be so, so nice.

[Green Arrow]

Rain anxiously pranced on the spot. It wasn't exactly a dignified thing to do, but she wanted to get the fight over and done with. Her emotions were changing constantly changing, which bothered her.

Apollo grazed near the rest, shifting his weight. He knew he wasn't allowed to fight, but that didn't stop him from wanting to.

Artemis uncomfortably kept her head lowered, anxious.

Riversong(Just realized I hadn't used her in a while XP) trotted away from the stallion once she realized he wasn't going to reply. But she stopped at a river to wash the mud and dirt from her coat, until she was a beautiful sandy color once again. Slightly happier now, the mare trotted up river slightly, to drink. She wasn't going to drink from the spot where she had washed. Now she dipped her muzzle into the cool liquid, drinking steadily.

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Delgato

I watched as the mare approached me, and I let out a whinny. Dipped my head to drink, then said quietly, "Why, hello, señorita." I raised an eyebrow at her, and the feathers rustled in my mane I moved slowly around her. I didn't know if I wanted her or not.

Ash

I let out a cry as Caxx knocked me unconscious. I fell to the ground, and could faintly hear her cruel laughter and resolve not to hurt Pozar. I breathed out calmly, then I blacked out completely.

Caxx

"Well? Are you going to tell me, or should I just kill you all?" Furious, I kicked a dust cloud toward them, and my scarlet eyes narrowed. "Because believe me," I whispered threateningly, "you don't want me to get involved."

[Green Arrow]

Riversong's head jerked up. "Hello." She said warily. She rubbed her muzzle on her foreleg, drying it. "Who are you?" The mare asked, deciding to go for a more bold approach rather than act timid.