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Username:
white horse.
Name:
The Sweet Escape (or Mocha, as some call her.)
I named her 'The Sweet Escape' because I how she overcame her thought of death and suicide. He escape the world she was trapped in, and she will never think about it again. Her nickname is 'Mocha' because of her sweet, chocolate brown mane and tail. She is a beautiful mare altogether.
Gender:
Female/Mare
She Definetly had a mare tint to her. I couldn't see her as a stallion or a gelding.
Species:
Equine - Norman Cob Cross
She looks like a large mare, and Norman Cobs have always been one of my favorite breeds of horses. I've never have a Norman Cob horse char, and she fits my standards perfectly.
Kennel Number:
She is in kennel #115.
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
When I first saw this character under the other horse, Cloud, she instantly caught my eye. Her coat color is a rare and unusual color, and I could never think of such beautiful colors together. Her markings are also beautiful, and her face looks like a skull or a mask, and its makes her look mysterious and beautiful. I would also like her because she would make a great addition to my herd of horses. I treat each horse with respect and love, and Mocha would make a great addition to my horses and I will treat her with respect and authority. I'll try my best to enter her in role plays, and definitely order art for her.
I will neve neglect and not use this character, and she was made by my best friend on CS, Rosalind. I will love her forever, she is truly amazing and I don't think I could take it if I didn't own this mare. She will be one of my most loved horse characters. I never let my amazing characters go to dust. She will be a striving mare with a lot of fans (hopefully) and Ill try to make as much art of her as even possible. I have never been one for drafts horses, but she is a grand mare and will be a amazing goes when I own her. I will be breeding her to my own horse charries, and some of her offspring may be sold. She will be forever in my heart and I will own her until... Never. I will never sell her or give her away, her markings an colors are just too special. Lastly, she will be in a forever home, and will be cherished forever.
Personality:
Mocha is a very strong hearted and brave mare. Her history gives her a reason to protect herself from humans, and she is very paranoid and always thinks things through. She is always on task and gets things done when their supposed to. She is a diligent working mare, but she is more of a follower than a leader. She never had any friends in her lifetime, and she was a sad and lonely mare. Also, Mocha hates the rain and the cold, and tolerates the hot weather. She has a way of almost reading horses and human's minds, but not all the way. She can tell by the way a horse or person stands in front of her, how they are thinking and feeling. She could care less about humans that have hurt her, and she doesn't want anything to do with them. Also, Mocha knows how to navigate through the plains and the hills like the back of her hoof. Even though her history and past is broken down and she doesn't want to repeat it, she looks past those things and lives life to the fullest. She's a sweet mare that will do anything for the ones she loves, and she loves to be ridden. It makes her feel alive, and she doesn't think about anything else while she's running.
History:
Awakening from the darkness, my legs were shaking and the air smelled like metal. The sharp blade grass rubbed against my raw skin and it soothed me. After several minutes, I opened my sleepy and heavy eye lids, looking at the scene around me. I was laying in a dark pool of blood, my coat was stained with the red liquid. The air smelled of blood, that metal smell. I lifted my beaten down body up off the grass in the forest, looking around again. More horses laid on the ground, with no heartbeat. I was lucky that I lived, and I was happy I woke up again. I went to every horse around me, touching my nose to their chest, feeling for the familiar "thump-thump" from their bodies. I went to 5 horses before I started to sob, tears coming down my face. There was no sign of life in any of my friends, family and herd mates. I saw a familiar body a little farther than I was now, and I started to trot over there. I haven't had food for days, my body was famished and parched. I made it over there and I smiled: he was my mate. I poked his strong shoulder with my large hoof, but he didn't budge. He was a very strong horse, and I hoped he was alive. After a couple minutes of trying to get him up, and started to sob again. I touched my muzzle to his chest like I did to the others, but I felt nothing. I will never feel his heart thump again.
.;.
I gritted my teeth and screamed, and I didn't care if they saw me or heard me. I bolted down the hill, my salty tears flying behind me and onto the green grass. The wheat fields were flattened from the men on horseback plowing through to get to us. I didn't know what their pleasure was to kill us all, the genocide was not right. I skidded to a stop, walking through the wheat fields. I rubbed my bloody muzzle against the smooth grains, taking in the scents and the textures of the situations. I walked a little more before collapsing on the ground, my muscles were fatigued and I didn't want to live anymore. I had no family, no friends, no love, no life...
I gritted my teeth and cried again, my whole body sprawled across the flattened down wheat, and I never wanted to see the world again. I picked myself up off the ground again and made my way back into the woods. After walking for a little while, I looked up into the unfamiliar trees. Something dropped from one of them, and landed in front of me. I smelled the foreign object, its rotten scent filling my nose with gross feelings. I snorted and looked up, seeing something that I hadn't seen in a while: apples. I pushed my body up against the sturdy trunk, a dozen apples plummeting to the ground. I smiled and trotted over to them, biting into a yellow delicious, the sweet taste bursting on my tongue. I finished 4, and I thought I wanted to eat more, and I should. (She is famished, but feels full. So she still need more but she is in denial now.) I refused more and my stomach growled, but I ignored it and kept walking.
My tongue became dry again, and my head was spinning. I laid on the ground again, rubbing my hoof through the grass. The large, salty ocean was crashing up on the rocky beach, and I got up again to walk down there. I walked all the way up onto a rocky promontory, looking down at the sharp rocks 10 feet below the rock I was standing on. The ocean waves lapped up onto the rocks, the salty smell filling my lungs. How much I wanted to drink it, it was salt and would make my thirstier. I snorted and stood closer to the rocks below. I thought about how much I wanted not to live in this world anymore, and my hooves slipped at the edge of the promontory. I wanted to push off my back legs to end everything, but something in my heart told me not to do it.
.;.
I backed up slightly, peering down again at the sharp rocks. The water lapped up again onto them, and I opened my eyes, taking in the sounds of the crashing water. I tended up my muscles when I heard a sound behind me. The wind whipped through the pine trees behind me, and the sound was gone. I turned around, away from the promontory and the rocky beach. I slowly slinked towards the forest again, listening for any sounds. I didn't know why I was so scared to such small sounds, it might have been what happened before I came to the rocky beach.
It was just last night, the grass and the trees looked like they were shivering along with me. My herd looked around the trees, stomping their hooves and shaking their coats. I was next to my mate, who was trying to find a suitable place for us to take a rest for the night. We ventured into the dark forest, the sounds of the crickets and the birds droned. I shivered and stayed next to him, and walked gingerly through the damp forest. We decided to stay near a large grove of pine trees that were taller and bigger than the rest. I leaned against a sturdy one and fell asleep next to him.
I awoke to the sounds of pounding hooves and screeching neigh, my friends dropping beside me. I bolted out of the grove, not looking back. To my luck, many men on horseback thundered up the hill, lassos and guns flying in the air. One man chased after me,so a bounded back to the grove. He shot at me with his pistol, and whipped me with the lasso. I wanted to stop and fall to the ground, my new and fresh cuts burning my skin. I heard another gunshot again, and I fell to the ground, the man grumbling, and my world went black. A pool of blood formed around my leg as I was out, and my leg hurt after.
.;.
I shook my head to get the memory out of my head, but I know that it's something that is infamous and I will never forget it. I looked down at my healing leg, which was much better. The trees shook again, and I shred and stepped backwards. I snorted and wanted to run, but again, my heart told me I shouldn't do it.
"It's ok, mare, no one will hurt you, big thing,"
.;.
The sound of the young girl's voice soothed my breaking soul, mending it in a way that could not be explained. I walked forward on command from my conscious, already trusting the being that spoke to me.
The human walked out of the large, prickly bush, her brown hair tied back and her hands were clammy and bloody. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her face and body has lost color. She extended her small hand out, blood forming around the newly cut wounds. In a way, she made me feel safe, and she looked and acted a lot like me. I walked forward into her hand, feeling to blood deep under my thin hair on my muzzle. She smiled inside and outside, her whole body warming up again. The breeze flowed through my mane and her knotted hair again, and she looked up at me. I opened my eyes to the girl, who had a smile on her face.
.;.
"If I can trust you, can you trust me too?"
.;.
I will never forget when she said those words, something that changed my life and didn't make me want to end it ever again. I laid down in my stall, the floorboards providing support for my large body. Now, I'm not as famished and sad, I feel full and happy, looking forward to everyday to come.
Nothing can change the way I feel bout my owner, without her, I will go back to the promontory, remember the events that made me want to die. I have no intention to leave her, because she trusts me, and I trust her back. I fulfilled her promise, and I will never let her down.
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rιverѕ are daмp;
acιdѕ ѕtaιn yoυ;
and drυgѕ caυѕe craмpѕ.
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nooѕeѕ gιve;
gaѕ ѕмellѕ awғυl;
yoυ мιgнt aѕ well lιve.
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