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Hello there, I'm HeroHorse. This is a storage space for all my roleplay characters. Currently, most of them are humans or horses, but I hope to diversify a little in the future! Feel free to browse around, but please do not steal the coding and/or character information. All the character images are either under a Public Domain or Creative Commons licence, unless they belong to me. If there's a link to the image's creator, it's an image under a Creative Commons licence. If there is no link to the image's creator, it is in the Public Domain. If the image belongs to me, it will say something similar to "Image ©HeroHorse at Chickensmoothie.com.". Please refrain from posting here, if you'd like to say something, just message me.
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Name ➡ Eke Raibourg
Age ➡ 15 years old
Gender ➡ Female
Rank ➡ New Rider
Race ➡ Human
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Image courtesy of Rowan Saunders at flikr.com

Personality
Eke's a quiet child, the kind of person who can easily lose themselves in their thoughts. She is intelligent but inexperienced to life outside her village. It interests her, though. Eke isn't quite sure how she feels about becoming a Dragon Rider. However, if she had to put an emotion on her feelings, it would be confusion. What was she meant to do? What would she have to learn? There are still so many questions that Eke longs to know the answer to. She's hoping to find these answers at the Academy.
History
Raised in the village of Carvahall from an early age, Eke was not very different from the other children of the village, with her brown hair and freckled skin. The one thing that pulled Eke apart from the others was words. Words, makers of sentences, which in turn were shapers of stories. Such stories! Even as the years pasted and other children discarded the fireside tales as nothing but vain fantasy, they still enchanted Eke.
One day, Eke was walking alone on the road. She had strayed quite far from her home, which wasn't unusual for her when she was thinking of a story. Eke was musing on the beginning of Queen Nasuada's reign. It was renowned for its longevity but most for all for the prosperity and peacefulness which it brought to . However, its beginning had been anything but. Eke was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed a tall rider of pale complexion and long blonde hair streaming behind her as she urged her grey mare onwards. A tiny bag fell from the woman's belt. Eke looked at it. She'd always been an honest child, and that moment was no exception. "Wait miss! You dropped something!" Eke yelled to the figure on horseback, afraid that the woman won't hear her. Fortunately, her cry attracted the rider's attention. The woman's hands fumbled instinctively for a place on her belt that looked as if it had been the home of a securely-fastened object of a small size. Her face physically whitened when she felt that the space was empty. Eke raced up to the woman and opened her right hand, the hand which held the little beige pouch. As she did so, the pouch slipped off her hand to reveal a gleaming object of a brilliant golden hue. Eke picked up the bag and held out it and the gemstone-like object to the woman on horseback, who was muttering something about 'secure enchantments' and other words in a language that Eke couldn't decipher. "Thank you, child." she said to Eke, her relief so audible that Eke resisted snapping that she was a teenager. "You're welcome. Your stone seems to have cracked a little when it hit the road, though." Eke answered, pointing out a thin crack that wove its way across about half an inch of the gemstone's gleaming surface. "That shouldn't..." The woman's voice trailed off as she gazed at the stone. Then she looked at Eke, as though she was only seeing her for the first time. "Come with me." The woman ordered. What could Eke do but obey?
In an inn room, the woman sat down on the room's sole bed, a badly-built structure which trembled whenever one made the slightest movement. The inn was not noted for its wonderful standard of accommodation (or anything else, for that matter) but it was discrete, and that was what of primary importance. "How much do you know about dragons?" the woman asked Eke, who was standing in a corner of the room, as if the shadows which it cast could possibly conceal her tall, gangly figure. Immediately, Eke launched into a tirade of myths and stories which she had memorised of her own accord. She might have continued all through the night were it not for the woman's intervention. "Stop." the woman ordered. "Alright, you know something, at least, and not everyone can claim as much. But a lot of your facts and statements are terribly inaccurate." . Eke's face fell as the woman continued. "That object which you've been holding all day is no stone. It's a dragon egg.". Eke stared at the stone -no, egg- in astonishment. A delicate cobweb of cracks spiralled across the egg's surface. "Wow." Eke whispered. So that meant, she was-she could be... "A Dragon Rider." the woman announced. "That's what you are. Or rather, what the Academy will make you.". Eke cradled the egg in the palms of her hands with a newfound respect. One day, it would be the dragon carrying her, and not the other way around. She wondered about the mysterious Academy, but the events of the day had exhausted her, and she fell almost instantly into sleep.
"Wake up." Eke woke at dawn to feel a sharp pain in her side. The woman was prodding her, none too gently,with her foot. In one hand she held a slice of bread (origins unknown) and in the other she held a travelling cloak. "It should fit you." The woman said to Eke, shaking the cloak to show what she was talking about. Eke rose to her feet and shoved her long brown hair out of her eyes. Eke was convinced that when she'd become a teenager, her hair had gained a mind of its own and was intent on creating nothing but awkwardness for her. Eke sighed and moved to take the cloak which the woman was holding out for her, but was struck by a sudden attack of panic. She moved her hands across her clothing, inadvertently mimicking the woman's actions of the previous day. The woman rolled her eyes and stated "I took the egg.". Eke's eyes widened in shock. "You should have put it somewhere safe before you fell asleep. Here.". The woman, clearly fed up of Eke's presence, tossed the cloak, the egg and a chunk of grainy bread into Eke's hands. "Met me in the stables. And make it fast!" the woman ordered her. Eke groaned, but did as the woman asked. She shoved the egg in her pocket, the bread in her mouth and put on the warm, dull green cloak. It was of a cheap, coarse material, but it fitted her, as the woman had said. Eke dashed down to the stables to find that the woman had already tacked up her tall, grey mare. The yard seemed very empty. "The grooms are all sleeping at the moment. Useless lumps. Besides, I won't trust them to the care of Kveykva.". The woman seemed to have had read Eke's mind. Eke shook her head to rid it of such thoughts, and attributed them to lack of sleep. "Well, come on!" the woman ordered, jerking Eke out of her thoughts. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that weighed upon her shoulders like a sack.
Eke soon discovered that the grey mare was surprisingly capable of carrying two people on her back. The speeds which she reached were also strangely high. The horse didn't go tearing off down the lonely country roads which Eke and the woman travelled, but her canter, trot and even walk seemed faster than natural. It was therefore odd, though not hugely surprising, that the mare entered Gil'ead that night. Eke gazed at it in wonder for, although it was a sight to behold during the hours of daylight, the moon-touched darkness lent Gil'eead a surreal loveliness and a strange sense of calm. "It's so beautiful." Eke exclaimed in a soft voice. The woman snorted, almost as if she was laughing cynically. "It's not for me." She stated. Kveykva stopped moving and Eke realised that she had reached the Academy. The building towered over Eke, making her feel puny. She fumbled for the dragon egg and held it, as if it might give her strength. Before she dismounted, Eke turned her head towards the woman. "Um... I'd just like to thank you. Umm... What is your name?". It had struck that she didn't know the answer to that very simple question. The woman turned towards the girl, her dark blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. "That is not for you to know." She said. "But... but what are you? A thief?" Eke asked, wondering how someone could have come across a dragon egg. The woman frowned. "Certainly not. The Dragon Riders have learned at least one thing from their past failings. Besides, if I was a thief, would I really bring you here?". "I suppose..." Eke answered, embarrassed at having accused the woman. "It is alright, I guess." The woman answered. "Know this, though. I am a messenger, going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I was given the task of delivering your egg to the coastal city of Teirm, where the Dragon Riders hoped that it would find a Rider. As events occurred, I hardly needed to travel that far.". When the woman finished speaking, Eke sensed that she needed to dismount, for some reason which she was unsure of. Once her two feet were on solid ground, she began to walk towards the Academy. Eke turned to wave goodbye to the woman and saw her speak softly to her mare. Eke couldn't hear the words, but the woman's lip movements were unfamiliar to her and she guessed that the woman was speaking in the same strange language which she had on the day Eke had found the dragon egg. A single lock of the woman's long, blond hair fell out of place and Eke caught a glimpse of a pointed ear. Then the woman raised her head and the horse raced off. Eke stood alone, but for the egg, and prepared herself to enter the Academy.
Dragon
Eke's dragon is still in this egg. He or she will be a golden colour, however, as that is the hue of the egg.
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Find this character in Riders' Generation- an Eragon Roleplay.

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Name ➡ Tahmuras
Nickname ➡ He isn't
too fond of his name
being shortened. But,
if you have to, try
'Tah' or 'Ras'. Not
'Mu', though. 'Mu'
really gets on his goat.
Age ➡ 5 years. He
was born in January,
on the fifth of January
to be precise.
Height ➡ 17.0 hands
high.
Gender ➡ Stallion
(an adult male horse).
Breed ➡Thoroughbred
Coat ➡ A dark bay
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Image courtesy of Paul Kehrer at flikr.com

Appearance
Tahmuras is a tall horse, but is slightly too young to have yet reached his prime. His body is lean and muscular, appearing to have been built for no purpose but moving at extreme

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Dam ➡ Carita
Sire ➡ Radimir
Siblings ➡ He has
many half-siblings,
but he has never met
them.
Rank ➡ Bachelor
stallion
Mares ➡ None,
obviously.
Foals ➡ None.
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speed. In a sense, it has. Tahmuras was trained to race at a young age and the effect which such early riding has had on him has been surprisingly positive. Perhaps he was simply lucky; after all, not every horse is able to stand up to such tests of strength in their youth. The more likely reason for his strength is simply the fact that he is a thoroughbred, the Formula 1 racecar of horsekind. However, Tahmuras has certainly lost some of the sleek sheen on his once well-groomed coat. Wild life takes its toll in more ways than one, after all. Tahmuras' is a dark shade of bay. He has a mostly dark-chocolate coloured coat, a jet-black mane and tail, black points on his legs and a dark muzzle. Tahmuras' dark hue is lightened by his four white socks (leg markings) and a small, circular star on his forehead. He has yet to acquire any scars.
Personality

Tahmuras seemed to have inherited more of his mother's pleasant demeanour than his father's nastiness. He's fairly polite, and would rather attract a mare into a herd than snake her. That being said, he probably wouldn't be above snaking if the worst came to the worst. Tahmuras enjoys seeing new places and

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Likes ➡
➡ Mares
➡ Running
➡ Spring
Dislikes ➡
➡ Humans
➡ Bondage
➡ Most other stallions
Strengths ➡
➡ Has great stamina.
➡ Quite fast, in
comparison to horses
of other breeds.
➡ Capable of coping
well with heat.
➡ Is physically strong.
Weaknesses ➡
➡ Inexperienced with
the wild life; all he's
relying on is instinct
➡ He's rather young,
in comparison to some
other stallions in the
area.
➡ Isn't as hardly as
horses of breeds such
as the Mustang.
➡ Is quite sensitive to
cold
Theme song ➡ Laura
Palmer, by Bastille
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trying new experiences, which is partly the reason he escaped to the wild. He has a tendency to act on the spur of the moment, rather than spend much time thinking things through. In some situations this can be an asset, but it's usually not. Hopefully Tahmuras' rashness will fade as he ages. Despite his normally kind attitude, Tahmuras does have a temper. This is apparent when he is around other stallions. Should the stallion be older and stronger than him, he'll unwillingly tolerate the other's presence. However, if the stallion in question is younger or weaker than him, Tahmuras won't hesitate to show the rival who's boss. He's friendlier towards those of his own gender when mares are not in the area, but still retains a wary attitude. Tahmuras is honest enough not to label himself as a hero. He will run away from situations that terrify him or fights which he cannot win. That's just basic equine nature.
History
Tahmuras was born and raised on the outskirts of a small village in County Clare, Ireland. His parents were both ex-racehorses. His father in particular was an excellent racer, but certainly left much to be desired in the temperament department... Tahmuras was fortunate never to have met his hotheaded sire, since the stallion belonged to an immensely larger, more prestigious racing stables. However, the colt had a close bond with his mother, a gentle bay thoroughbred mare. The stable Tahmuras was born at was constantly selling its racehorses in desperate bids to get out of debt. They never worked, though. When he was a yearling, the stable was in greater debt than ever, so Tahmuras was also sold to a buyer in the United States of America. The yearling was shipped off across the Atlantic Ocean, to a continent he'd never seen before in his life.
Tahmuras soon discovered that he was to become a racehorse, for that was what every new horse like himself ended up doing on the ranch where he now lived. He was quickly broken in. While Tahmuras didn't enjoy the saddle or the irritating metal object in his mouth, he learned that the only option was to bear it. He was trained upon the practice track so many times that he could have run it in his sleep. Although he was by no means the fastest horse on the ranch, Tahmuras would keep going for longest. It wasn't speed, but a steadfast determination that won the colt his first race, at the age of one and a half.
Tahmuras remembered that race as the worst. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't been expecting such an atmosphere; the crowds of humans and horses sent shivers of fear running down his spine, and his rider could do nothing to calm him down. The gates also terrified him, with the small space and the uncomfortable closeness of other equally nervous horses. It was understandable why Tahmuras began to run instantly. Running brought him freedom, peace. If it wasn't for the hollering crowd and his rider jerking him towards the inside of the track, he might have been happy. Still, happy or not, Tahmuras thundered across the track at an unfaltering gallop and did not begin to lag or tire towards the end of the race, as some of the other horses did. Indeed, were it not for a sharp tug at his mouth to halt, the thoroughbred colt would never had known that he'd won a race.
Tahmuras' gangly frame began to fill out as he raced and trained, day in, day out. He did accumulate a considerable amount of victories, but the medals and prize money which his owners received meant nothing to him. The only thing that Tahmuras enjoyed about his role in life was running, and even that was marred by the giddy crowds, the panting opponents and the human upon his back. Finally, after three and a half long years, an opportunity to escape the monotony of his life appeared. One evening in early spring, a groom left the gate of Tahmuras' paddock open. The thoroughbred stallion

escaped into the wilderness beyond the ranch. When his absence was discovered the following morning, it was already too late. All searching for Tahmuras went in vain. He'd disappeared into the night and couldn't be found.
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Find this character in .:: Sun Valley ::.- a Wild Horse Roleplay.

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Name ➡ Reine is her
first name and the
name which she
usually goes by. It's a
simple enough sound,
'Rhen', so she doesn't
take kindly to her
name being shortened.
Age ➡
Title ➡ Princess Reine
of Nicirea. She is
sometimes referred to
as heiress, but Reine
is sharp enough to
notice that this
happens far less than
is comforting.
Gender ➡ Female. A
sharp, sassy comment
could go here, but
Reine's not that kind of
person.
Crush ➡ None, and
she's glad of it. She is
well aware that she
will have to marry for
strategic purposes
and not love. She just
hopes that she is
able to do so as the
Queen of Nicirea, and
not merely as a pawn
of her family.
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Appearance:
Reine usually wears a dress or a gown. She does own one pair of trousers, but she's never worn them, as it isn't considered to be modest. Reine's footwear is nearly always flat-soled; she feels no need to add to her already tall height at the expense of her balance. The texture of the items she wears varies depending on the weather. Reine's thick, chocolate-brown hair is usually held back by a cloth hairband or, if she is formally dressed, a set of combs. Her hair is long and easily tangled but, with proper brushing, can be described as one of her best features. Perhaps the oddest things about Reine's clothes is that they are invariably shades of purple or navy, sometimes both. These are the Royal Colours of Nicirea, after all. Even Reine doesn't quite understand why she always wears those colours. Perhaps it is a subconscious symbol of her love for her kingdom or another of her desperate pleas for acceptance. It can't really be said that purple and navy suit Reine. With her tanned skin, brown hair and dark brown eyes, the only thing that her clothes' colours really bring out are the bags under her eyes.
Reine is tall, with long legs and arms. She is of average weight. However her exercise regime has completely crumpled as her efforts to appease people have begun to take over her life, and as a result she is more fatty than muscular. Reine has an oval face framed by her brown hair. She has a very straight nose, large eyes, long brown eyelashes, thick eyebrows and a faint sprinkling of freckles beneath her eyes. Reine has stubby nails, long fingers and unusually flexible toes. She has no piercings and seldom wears jewellery.
Personality:
Insecurity, worry and failure are the emotions that define Reine. Every minute of her life is filled with anxiety about how others will perceive her. As a result, Reine tends to overthink everything. Even when getting dressed in the morning she worries about what people will think about her choice of clothing. It's hard for Reine not to look back on conversations and arguments with regret; she always thinks of something which she could have said, left out or changed. Ultimately, Reine is trying to become someone else in the vain effort that the citizens of Nicirea might accept her as their ruler.
Behind the act, who is Reine really? It's a question that even she doesn't fully understand the answer to. Reine knows that she is naturally clumsy and lacking in charm, which she sees as reason enough for her to hide her true personality. However, behind these flaws, Reine is a good person. That much could be seen in the days of her youth, when she was not so worried about other people's reactions. There was the time when she secretly bought a neglected horse off a farmer one day when she was years old. Needless to say, her family weren't delighted to see the heiress to the throne walking back to the castle with a dirty, half-starved horse in tow. However, Reine did not care about their attitudes to the mare at the time. She named the horse Ljepotica (Lyae-pot-itsa), certain of the horse's beauty. While Ljepotica's appearance was hardly noble, with her Roman-nosed face, her thick, wild mane and tail, her lower legs covered in feather (long hair) and her tendency the become rather plump on good grazing, her personality was very sweet. As Reine did not really have any true friends, just the company of children encouraged by their parents to befriend the heiress, Ljepotica became Reine's confident and friend. She remains so to this day. However, as Reine became more and more engrossed in other people's view of her, she has not been able to visit her equine friend as often as she might like.

Some people would take the easy option when in Reine's situation; give up. However, she's not willing to give in so easily. Reine wants to rule, to try and help her kingdom. She doubts her brothers' capabilities of ruling a kingdom. Maybe it's merely sibling rivalry, but Reine dislikes the idea of either of them receiving the throne.
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Find this character in The Realm of Aeolus- a Monarchy Roleplay.

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Name ➡ Bao
Nickname ➡ She'll
quickly get insulted
if you ask for an
abbreviation, and
for good reason. Who
shortens a three-letter
word?
Age ➡  8 years old.
She was born in late
spring, on the twenty
-seventh of April in
human terms.
Height ➡ 14.3 hands
high
Gender ➡  Mare (an
adult female horse).
Breed ➡ Mustang
Coat ➡ A tobino
buskskin
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Image courtesy of blacktiger303 at flikr.com

Appearance
Bao is a small horse, being only a fraction of a hand larger than the traditional maximum height of a pony. Her body bears a strength and hardiness only gained from many years of living through the hardships of the wilderness. Her hooves are hard and strong, while her mane and tail are not unnecessarily long or thick. Bao isn't really beautiful, but she's as tough as nails. Being a buckskin tobino, her white body is blotched with large patches of buckskin colouration. A white star of an irregular shape sits below her fetlock.

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Dam ➡ Vespera
Sire ➡ Kekoa
Siblings ➡ She has
not met any of her
full siblings, but she's
known some of her
many half-siblings.
Rank ➡ Lone mare.
Herd ➡ None.
Foals ➡ List
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Personality
Bao is a very down-to-earth mare. She tries her best to keep her mental list of priorities straight, with survival naturally being on the top of this list. She has a stubborn streak as her father did, but she prefers to call it 'determination'. Bao can be rather strict. This is for the best, in her eyes. Her respect is not easy to earn but once one earns it, Bao shall be loyal to them for life. She used to quite a social mare. She still is, but with one key difference; she does not trust. Her cautiousness of others is due to several cruel betrayals of hope and trust. Bao hopes to find a horse who won't disappoint her so, but she believes that the chance of that happening is slim.

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Likes ➡
➡ Spring and autumn,
the seasons without
many extreme
temperatures.
➡ Good weather.
➡ Being in the
company of horses
who she can trust.
Dislikes ➡
➡ Most stallions.
➡ Stupid horses.
Seriously, if you've
nothing intelligent
to say, don't say
anything.
➡ Predators.
Strengths ➡
➡
➡ She is a
hardworking and
practical horse.
➡ She does not
complain much.
➡ She's hardy
and strong, rarely
bothered by the
weather.
Weaknesses ➡
➡
➡ She doesn't trust
others.
➡ She finds it hard to
get along with horses
of more philosophical
personalities, as she
strictly values action
over thoughts.
➡ She can be a tad
harsh and unbending
in some scenarios.
Theme song ➡ Dog
Days Are Over, by
Florence and the
Machine.
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History
Bao was born in a rather large herd of about twenty horses, lead by a wise old mare. However, Bao differed from the other foals in the herd in the fact that she wasn't one of the band stallion's offspring. The stallion, Talon, had snaked Bao's mother out of her old herd. At the time,the beautiful buckskin mare had already been pregnant. When Vespera gave birth to Bao, it was only the foal's gender which saved her, combined with the hope that she may grow up to look like her mother. However, those hopes were all in vain. Bao resembled her father more and more with every passing day. She grew into a gangly two-year old with a sparse mane, coarse coat and small stature, an appearance far inferior to her tall, elegant mother. All that showed Bao to be one of Vespera's offspring were the splodges of buckskin upon her coat. The filly left her birth herd gladly at the age of two, to seek her future on what little wild grassland remained.
During the autumn, Bao came upon a small band of horses; one youthful stallion and three rather weary looking mares. Being lonely and naive, the filly was accepted into the herd. She was delighted, until the mares told her that the stallion was an ignorant young whelp who drove them to the most obscure, barren regions in an effort to avoid other stallions. This became painfully clear during the winter months. Bao managed to survive toiling up remote hills and near dangerous gorges, but two of the mares were not so lucky. One day in early spring, Bao and the other surviving mare were taking a brief moment to rest. The older mare let out a whinny, as she always did when she was at her most desperate. Bao ignored her, certain that no stallion would come to their aid. By now, she'd learned that, for all their madness and unnecessary danger, the young stallion's tactics worked unfortunately well. However, Bao was proved wrong yet again. From the forest, thick with overgrown vegetation, a dark grullo stallion emerged. No fairytale steed was he, bearing greater resemble to a carthorse than an athlete, but he at least looked like a horse who wouldn't drag his mares across a desolate desert in fear of rivals. The stallion called to the mares and they gladly approached him, but their troubles were not over. The young stallion, the horse who'd led them to the most arid regions he could, screamed at the rival in anger. However, Bao could see the fear in his dark brown eyes. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for him. That moment passed in a flash, however, and she snorted in anger. The fool had lead two mares to their deaths through his hare-brained wandering! The grullo stallion and the younger horse quickly exchanged blows, but the winner was clear from the start. The young stallion backed down and raced off into the woods. Bao gazed at the grullo stallion with a queer mixture of relief and fear burning inside her. She decided to wait and see which of the two feelings won out.
The dark grullo stallion, whose name was Thunderclap, added three more mares to his band over the course of that year. He proved brave and determined, and Bao grew to like him well enough. However, as the years passed and he accumulated more mares, his behaviour changed. Thunderclap became suspicious, controlling and extremely dangerous. Bao wanted to escape the herd but she was too afraid. She'd seen for herself what Thunderclap did to mares who he deemed 'disloyal' for one reason or another, and it wasn't pretty. She kept her head down, yet she secretly longed for the day when she could finally escape from Thunderclap.
One day in the last days of winter, a thick, grey fog of nigh impenetrable darkness settled upon the valley where Thunderclap's large herd was grazing.

As horses milled around and whinnied loudly to one another, one horse remained silent and determined. That horse was Bao, who slunk out beneath Thunderclap's muzzle to find a path to freedom in the depths of the thick mist.
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Find this character in .:: Sun Valley ::.- a Wild Horse Roleplay.