by Alledowaya » Sun Nov 10, 2019 8:35 am
Ra |9 Yr Old & 16.1 hh | Mustang x Quarter Horse | Bachelor Stallion
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Ra could be found laying down on the side of a hill, the day was beautiful, and was great for sunbathing. He had recently been relieved of his only mare, and was now a bachelor again. The mare he lost would've made a wonderful lead mare and he definitely will feel the loss of her soon. For now though, he decided enough was enough for moping, and raised himself up off the ground to graze and go in search of the nearest water source. He watched the sun rise until midday before finding a cool and shaded creek bed to drink from. His head, legs and dorsal were darker than his body, and he had little stripes running against his legs as well. A true red dun. His coat almost shined in the dappled sunlight created by the trees.
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Ylva | 12 Yr Old & 15.1 hh | American Paint x Norwegian Fjord | Lone Mare
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Ylva hailed from the mountainous area, she had been traveling for a while after her stallion had been defeated in a challenge, and the newcomer was eaten by a cougar soon after. So she had decided that the mountains weren't for her, and that it was time to move on to newer, greener pastures. The valley below the mountains was full of grass and wildlife, being a bit older she knew this also meant more chances to meet predatory animals, and even the legendary human. Her hooves clipped through the grass easily, being sharp from running on stone and dirt. She was excited to find a new stallion, and even her well known grumpiness couldn't abate that. She took her time placing her hooves into the soft, inviting grass, watching as the squishy dirt beneath let her hooves fall into it. She was pretty well distracted by the new biome.
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Rose | 7 Yr Old & 16.2 hh | Anglo Arabian | Lone Mare
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Rose was raised by humans, and had escaped for her own good. People were still gambling addicts, even after losing most of their civilization, and so they needed something to gamble on. Racing was still a common sport if you could afford to participate, and Rose's pedigree definitely showed a strong line of perfect racers.
Rose picked up her dainty head, watching the breeze dance across the blades of grass. Her excitement grew and grew before she took off across the meadow like a lightning bolt, squealing and panting heavily. Her chestnut hide slicked with sweat before she pulled herself short of taking a dip in the river. She loved racing to her core, but she had escaped anyways, people just weren't like the stories anymore. Her nose took a drink from the icey cold river, humans were less kind than before, and used horses for everything.
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Azshara | 15 Yr Old & 14.3 hh | Quarter Horse | Lone Mare
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A Sable Champagne mare stepped lightly into the daylight, she had been separated from her herd during the winter snows. Azshara had spent the night in a small cave that reeked of predators, but it was warm compared to the drenching rain that had happened the night before. She lifted her head, praying for any scent that reminded her of her last herd, or even a new herd. She did not enjoy being alone, strength came from numbers, and a lone horse was easy prey for other hungry animals. Azshara headed out at a trot, taking herself to where she hoped would be water to start her day.
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