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Huntress of Artemis wrote:Demon heard the same stallion call back, he nodded to Angle and slowly followed her just encase
Angle trotted to where the sound came from, she slowly walked towards Devil
Huntress of Artemis wrote:Rain looked back at where Early's herd was as she did every day, she looked down Why should she dream about something that would never happen, She didn't even deserve Early




My name is Honja(Pronounced Hon-zyah) meaning "Alone" or "Isolated" in Korean
I go by Honja. I have no nicknames.
My theme song is I Love You - 2NE1

Honja is quiet and very secretive. It takes a long time for her to get close enough to someone and she never shows her true feelings. If she says she's happy you can't be sure she actually is happy or if she is just covering up her emotions. If she says she sad you can't be sure if she is really sad or just really angry. And you never want to see Honja angry. That's why she is so quiet. Because if she was more talkative and social she would get herself and a lot of other horses hurt and in trouble. She is scared of other horses who try to be nice to her because she was caught in a mustang roundup with a Judas horse. She is terribly scared of stallions though. She quivers in fear if she even scents one. She is scarred from many countless situations she has gotten herself into and she is terrified to get into anymore problems.
I was born wild but the humans were always after my birth band. We were always on the run from them but me being a clumsy, naïve foal one day I trotted right up to a man and his horse. I was expecting the horse to softly nibble my short, coarse foal mane but instead my neck was met with a rope. It created friction on my neck as I struggled to get away but to no avail. I was caught and I watched my family leave. They fled and left me behind. At the age of 2 I escaped and found a small band. Not too long after I had become comfortable there that a Judas horse took position as the leader. I was happy at that tine because the former leader was rude and harsh. He didn't treat his mares nice but this stallion did. He was nice and kind but he deceived us. One day he said we were going to find nicer territories to graze but he was lying. We all galloped down through a beautiful lush valley and I wondered why we weren't stopping but I soon realized why. All of the mares including Revolution(the Judas horse) were caught in a corral and I was heading right towards them. Once we were all caught a single file line was made into a large trailer. We were brought to a ranch and all of the mares except two were sold. Revolution was never seen again after the humans herded him into a barn. I was one of the two mares who escaped. The other mare departed to a separate band when we finally got back into the wild. That was about a year ago and I have been alone ever since.
She is a lone mare.
She is four years old.
My name is Eshe.
Pronounced Eh-sheh.
I have no nicknames since
its pretty hard to shorten Eshe.

Eshe is loud and proud. She doesn't care if someone is older or more experienced than her. If they mess up she will point it out. She's fiery and hates to be confined to a herd, she is fast and can easily escape a stallions hooves and teeth if need be. She also has a kind so though. She takes pity on the foals who's mothers have either died or been taken off of the island by the humans. It saddens her that there is nothing she can do since she doesn't have a foal of her own.
Her sarcasm can get the best of her though and that's how she ends up in most arguments. Her mouth won't shut and she has too many smart remarks to make. And sarcasm is a mask to hide her feelings, she hates to show her true feelings. She is scared that if he shows her true feelings someone will get hurt.
I was born in the wild. My dam was a chestnut tobiano and my father was a bay tobiano. My father was strong and he protected us, but he ate something poisonous and died leaving only my mother and I. And without a herd it was tough. My dam died during a lighting storm two years after that. She was struck and killed instantly. Leaving me alone to find my own way. I was terrified of being alone and I followed a herd until the stallion snaked me and I snuck away. I then learned I hated being confined to a herd and decided to stay by myself until I found a stallion that lets me be me.
The love of my youthShe is four years old
She is a lone mare
My name is Falling Silence.
I do not go by nicknames. You will address me as Silence and Silence only.
My theme song is No Tomorrow - Tablo

Silence is a quiet, laid back horse. He would rather fight with brains other than brawn. He was extremely close to his mother and would protect her with his life. He still would if he found her. Silence wants mares but he wont go to extents for them. If he sees the stallion he is up against is obviously stronger or smarter than him he will step away. He hardly ever tries to start fights. Though he will end them when needed and hates to see ones he cares for in danger.
I was born in captivity to a tame mother and semi-tame father. My mother hated being in captivity since my father would leave and come back every now and then to tell us about the wild. At the age of two I escaped along with my mother and soon after finding my fathers herd my father banished me from returning. And so I have been alone ever since.I am five and a half years old.
I am a bachelor stallion.Baby there's no, no, no, no more tomorrow
Till you come back, everyday is yesterday
Baby there's no, no, no, no more tomorrow
Till you come back to me
Baby there's no, no, no, no more tomorrow
Till you come back, everyday is yesterday
Baby there's no, no, no, no more tomorrow



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