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Falcon

Falcon turned at the plateau where she had appeared first. And with a rear and a whinny, she said a final goodbye to Fly and his herd. She came down and looked over the land, spotting three horses nearby. She whinnied again, seeing the same sheened the mare she had spotty earlier.

Cockpit

Cockpit lifted his head, flicking his ears back and forth. He flicked his tail and stomped his hoof, a scent of a wolf nearby.

Bella

Bella slid into the water. her head just barely out of the water. the rest of her body being surrounded by the water.

She opened her eye and looked up at Avery, she mouthed "I love you" when she slipped her muzzle into the water.

[trolls]

"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds."
-Isabella

Baciare il Terreno de Commando||Stammering Strong||Little Patriot||Amazing Avery

Patriot slid to a stop, and saw the same stallion he thought the saw earlier. Not only that, but Phantom was behind him. "Hey! Watch out!" Patriot called to the stallion, Phantom growled.

Avery smiled and mouthed "I love you too" back at her. He was happy she was okay.

[paz]

|~| Ashyya Raja |~|



|~| Skimming The Top |~|
| Nickname | I am affectionately known as Truffle, but friends just call me Ash.
| Age | I am just two years.
| Gender | Mare.

|~| Deeper Into It |~|
| Breed | I am pure Arabian. When I was littler, I would pretend to be a Thoroughbred and run around, like I was racing.
| Markings | I have a bit of dapple coating on my back legs, near the canons.
| Coat Description | Ivory. With just a tint of soft gray.
| Eye Color | A pretty soft hazel, with just a hint of mischief.
| Mane And Tail Color | Just about the same as my coat. Maybe a bit more off white in it though.


|~| Other |~|
| Personality | Ashayya can be a little shy, always worrying to choose the right words, wondering of the what if's... When you get to know her though you she's talkative and friendly. But then again, she loves to argue and if she believes something, it's really hard to persuade her from it. She's sarcastic on occasion.
| History | She was foaled off in a dusty ranch somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Nothing happened. Ever. Well exciting at least. One night, a storm came and the barn caught on fire. She escaped with an older stallion {wink wink} and fled. They didn't know what they were going to do. They were not in shape for extreme traveling. So they followed their instincts and soon found the herd.{ Probably will redo. }
| Other | Chickens (:

[trolls]

-Accepted. BUt just so you know, you are not in a herd yet. You have to start out as a loner and work your way into one. The High Herd is the hardest to get into, and then there is Flying Hooves herd. Which is pretty easy.I never wrote this other part okay?[/size]

[paz]

Finally done. Sorry... there were many distractions.
lol, okay. (:

[trolls]

"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds."
-Isabella

Baciare il Terreno de Commando||Stammering Strong||Little Patriot||Amazing Avery

Over the hills and through the tree tops we go. Over and over and over again, Baciare played that through her mind. She was almost done with all her doings here in this new strange land with all these loud horses. She caught a glimpse of Patriot and Phantom. But of course, nothing bad would happen. They had a deal. She continued to walk on.

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Falcon

Falcon turned at the plateau where she had appeared first. And with a rear and a whinny, she said a final goodbye to Fly and his herd. She came down and looked over the land, spotting three horses nearby. She whinnied again, seeing the same sheened the mare she had spotty earlier.

Cockpit

Cockpit saw the stallion just as he yelled to him, he jumped to the right when he heard the low growl behind him. He glanced at the Phantom before it clicked, he was being attcked.

Bella

Bella let the water slid into her nostrils. She looked back up ay Avery, She was so glad she had him.

[paz]

{ How should I start? Is there a preferred way...? }

[trolls]

Just have your horse come and be doing anything...nope. You can do it however you want to start. ^^--

[trolls]

"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds."
-Isabella

Baciare il Terreno de Commando||Stammering Strong||Little Patriot||Amazing Avery

Before Phantom could pounce of Cockpit, Patriot pummeled into Phantom, knocking her to the ground. "I thought we had a deal." He said to her. "Phantom raised her hackles. "He's not in the high herd." She whispered, getting up and growling at the two. "He is now." Patriot said. "Come on." He said to Cockpit as he made his way out of the forest, glancing back to make sure the stallion was following.