╒══════════════════════════╕♚FRANCIS♚╘══════════════════════════╛🙤__If you want to fly you have to give up the things that weight you down__🙦
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|:|Stallion|:|10 years old|:|Arabian|:|Mares: none|:|Tags:open|:|
''Nonononon, listen to me, mon petit croissant~'' The stallion said calmly, his sweet and melodic voice spilling out from his vocal chords. He was walking along his sister, his steps were elegant, gentle and careful. As his extremely shiny, grey-coloured hooves hit the soft grass, pressing it down on the solid ground under his rounded and hard feet, he held his tail up high, proudly along with his head. His ears were perked forward with interest in his surroundings as he saw many herds and beautiful, stunning mares around him, all different breeds, heights, colours and uniqueness.
''I think we should find our humans. I mean, what about my fame? What about my free food and who's supposed to take care of my glamorous hooves, hm?'' The white-coated male battered his incredibly long eyelashes as he looked at his sister. He slowly stopped in his tracks only to stand right beside her, looking at her as she spoke.
''Francis, get over it. They're gone. Missing. They're one hundred percent not coming back. We are free now and we can do whatever we want. While we are experiencing joy right here in the wild, you go on about your fame every second.'' The mare with incredibly long tail said, her tone sounding harsh and rough as she spoke with her utterly selfish and idiotic brother. Her ears were pinned against her heard, staring at the stallion in front of her with fury, but she tried to remain calm. She didn't want to suddenly burst out at him and make him cry or something. Not here when they are near many herds, where she can get embarrassed because of Francis' girly screams or cries. It was very odd for a stallion his age to still have such high voices when he was screaming, yelling or crying, especially since he had a deep voice in general.
But Francis just couldn't help and roll his eyes at his sister, dramatically.
''What do you know? They might of come back. What if they're already back at the farm in Paris, waiting for us or searching for us? Hm? What would happen with my stage name? Prince de la Beaute?'' He noted, before snorting impatiently.
''I'd like to go back. Where even are we? How long have we been even walking for? We've been exploring for days- if not weeks. I'm not going to give up on my owners now, mon papillion.'' The arabian let out a deep sigh, and his raspy tongue glancing out momentarily to wet his grey-coloured muzzle, that was beautifully fading to white as it got around his handsome face.
''Francis. Those moments are gone.'' Francesca noted before taking a step forward closer to her brother.
''You're an idiot for trying to search for them,'' as she continued speaking, her tone got lower and rougher this time, making her sound dead serious.
''I personally think that you're just a narcissist who only cares about himself. You don't even care about others, you just want everything for yourself. I told you so many times what i've been through and you never even seemed to give a single damn about it. You're just a selfish frog who deserves the worst.'' The mare spat out her harsh words just like a sake would spit out poison. The stallion gasped and took many steps back from his sister.
''Did you just-'' He was shocked. He's never heard his sister talk like this about him, but whatever it was... It hurt him. A lot. He felt a stabbing pain in the heart as he stared down his sister who seemed to be pleased with her insults.
''Oh, mon dieu!'' He cried out, his deep voice getting slightly higher.
''How dare you say that! I am the best brother you've ever had, and without me, you'd be dead by now!'' He said, his tone getting dramatically low all of a sudden. He felt so many emotions suddenly storm through his head, making him even more confused.
''Actually, that's not true. I'd like us to split up. I am sick of you.'' She glared at her brother who seemed to be acting too dramatic again. Anyway words mean nothing, right? That is what Francesca thought. And she didn't care about what she said. She wasn't even feeling sorry for hurting her older brother's feelings. She just wanted to go and stay away from him. She wanted to get rid of him forever.
''I don't need you. And i want to prove to you that i'd survive perfectly fine without you. But you on the other hand, you got a lot to be working on. I don't even think you'd survive until winter or after winter. But anyway, i am done with you. Seriously.''Francis was shocked. Way too shocked. His eyes went almost as wide as two, rounded plates, his brown orbs shimmering beautifully as he stared into Francesca's soul. In fact, his stare was so intense, his eyes begun to get blurry.
''You are a monster.'' He murmured lowly, before suddenly moving his head to look slightly upward with sass, and lifting up one of his front hooves elegantly.
''Hmph. Bien.'' He simply said, his tone sounding calmer now.
''Aurevoir then, mon petit croissant. It was nice knowing you. Go find a sweaty stallion who's dingy dong has been in every mare he managed to claim. I shall go and prove to you that i can either find my humans or survive after winter.''''Good. Bye.'' And with that, the mare begun to turn around and walk away.
''Adieu.'' Francis turned around and he begun to walk in his sister's opposite direction.
The both of them were now walking in completely directions, both of them seeming to act different about it. While Francesca's hoof steps were loud and hard on the soft grass, Francis' seemed to be tiny, light steps full of elegance-yet-sass. Fran's neck was hanging low as well as her tail, looking snappy and unhappy with her delicate ears pinned against her head, while Francis has his head elegantly high, as well as his tail, giving off a very elegant and royal-like aura.
Welp. This as it. The both of them were going in different ways and different paths.
╒══════════════════════════════════╕♚FRANCESCA♚╘══════════════════════════════════╛🙤__As much as my heart flutters, i'm worried. The destiny is jealous of us__🙦
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|:|Mare|:|8 years old|:|Arabian|:|Herd: Open|:|Tags:open|:|
The white-coated, arabian mare walked away from her utterly selfish brother with her head down and her ears pinned against her head. Her tail was held low, and her steps were harsh as they hit the soft grass beneath her. She snorted angrily and she didn't even dare to look back. She was now all too busy with finding someone she can talk to. A mare or a stallion of some sort. She didn't want just any other stallion, though. She wanted a big and strong stallion, capable of taking care of her mares. A stallion that would treat her like a queen, and a stallion that would have good sense of humor. She wanted someone cruel-yet-lovable. And she didn't really want to speak to any, snappy mares. She was too good for that.
Even though she was a little bit anti-social, she did enjoy someone's company, from time to time. She hated being all alone in this world forever, no matter how hard it was for her to admit it. Her sparkly, brown eyes glanced around from horse to horse as she watched them, and everything around her. She scanned her surroundings carefully with her beautiful, brown-coloured orbs, aware that there might be some dangers around. She was a wild mare now, and she could get attacked by a predator any second. The arabian mare immediately straightened up her position and perked her ears forward, and then moving them at the sound of almost anything. She needed to stay alert. She didn't want to get killed or attacked right after she left her brother, did she? She'd fail as a mare.
She's never experienced the cruel, wild world, but she was so damn ready for it. She needed to survive until winter and maybe then, she'd be able to see her brother again. She wanted to show him that she was able to survive and that she is much better than he is. She knew that it would be cruel to admit this, but... She hoped he'd fail. She wanted him to fail as a stallion by the time winter comes. She doesn't really want him to die, but she wants him to fail at life in general. She couldn't bare to see him win. But what if both of them succeed? Or what if both of them fail? Oh boy. They'd have to break that tie.
As much as she fears it, the competition might get even more real. They might even end up trying to kill each other if another tie would come along. Sure, she knew that they were siblings and no matter how disgusted Francesca would be to admit this, she still loved Francis as he was her sibling. She didn't really want to get him killed because of a little tie, but it's not like he could fight anyway. Well, she never tested his force and strength, but hey. It's not too late to make any assumptions now, is it?
╒══════════════════════════════════╕SERENDIPITY╘══════════════════════════════════╛🙤__Serendipity means the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.__🙦
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|:|Mare|:|5 years old|:|Marwai|:|Herd: Open|:|Tags:open|:|
The lovely mare trotted around the beautiful, wide and open fields of nature, her hooves beating against the soft grass as their hit the ground, her weight crushing the green grass under her incredibly heavy weight. Her curved ears were perked forward with a lot of interest as she looked around, her dark brown orbs scanning her surroundings carefully, staying alert. Her tail was lifted up high, showing the pure happiness that was flowing through her body and mind. Serendipity felt so free and nice- she couldn't describe how overwhelmed she was by her surroundings. She enjoyed looking around her, her eyes always finding something new and interesting to look at.
She couldn't wait to have a few horses approach her and interact with her. She was so interested to see how wild mares and stallions would act. Would they be nice and kind? Or would they be wild, free and serious? Would they be rude, snappy and harsh on her? Would they bully her for being tamed once? Would the wild foals be as playful as she heard they'd be? There were so many questions that were muddling up her mind, making her even more curious. She would love to find someone friendly who she could always hang out with and talk to. She hated being alone. She wanted to have someone there for her, just like her mama was.
Even though she was a grown mare, she still felt like a filly sometimes. But Serendipity was also aware of harsh stallions who'd be aggressive with her. She had such a free, wild and joyful spirit, and it would be such a shame to let it be crushed by a bad stallion who liked to be violent. She was scared of violence and she hated fighting. But it was a necessary skill to have in the wild, as there would be many hungry predators around. Her worst fear was being tortured and slowly killed, in the end dying a slow and painful death. She was fine with the natural death and she'd rather have that than being killed by a predator.
She was also curious to see if she would be able to survive well. Would she adapt fast to her surroundings? This was the main question she had. Would she survive? She was scared as she thought about this. She wanted to survive and die naturally. That was her main goal in life.... Well, not really. Her main goal in life was having many foals and teaching her the ways her mama taught her. Teaching them how to enjoy life up to their fullest level and finding their true happiness within their hardships.