[EmberWolf]

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xUsername: ✧ 浮気者 ✧
xTezari Name: Tovitaan 'Tovit"
xName Meaning: Searcher in Dovahzul, the Dragon
xLanguage from Skyrim. When shortened to Tovit,
xas he sometimes prefers to be called, it simply
xstands for Search. This has a a lot to do with his
xpersonality and the meaning of his life.

xTheme Song: Marble by UNiTE.
xGender: Stallion
xAge: 10 years
xHeight: 16.2 hh
xColor: Liver Chestnut Sabino
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━ even if the world we dreamed ━
❝ Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｔ Ｄ Ａ Ｙ ❞
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xxPersonality: Tovitaan is a quiet stallion who
xxspends a lot of his time thinking. He's always
xxcuriously sticking his nose into things and
xxabsorbing any and all information he can find.
xxHe believes that the more information he can
xxfill his mind with, the better chance he has at
xxfinding out why he remembers things from
xxsuch a long time ago. He's a stallion of many
xxobservations and few words. Tovit is smart in
xxmany different aspects, and seems to always
xxbe lost in his own thoughts, as if searching for
xxsomething unseen to others. Perhaps searching
xxfor his real self within himself?

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exists. it will always stay in my heart

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xWhat Tovit Is Searching For: Memories. Tovit woke
xup in a stall one day starving and ragged, screaming
xsomething about a bygone era. He has lost all far past
xmemories and all he can remember is his name is
xTovitaan. Tovit can occasionally remember things like
xknights in armor and ancient cities of lore, but that's
xit. He's on a hunt to figure out why he can remember
xthese little things.

xShort Story: The Voice

xBiggest Fear: Tovit fears that he may never find out
xwhat the odd memories mean to him and why he seems
xto have recurring nightmare-ish dreams about them.

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[Tazaria]

Username: XxNightFuryxX
Tezari Name: Líder ( Leader in Spanish.)
Gender: Stallion
Color: Liver Chestnut Sabino
Height: 16.2hh
History: Líder is a top stud and 4 years champion of horse of the year. He came from the top bloodlines and is practically Royal. He was rescued by a small stud farm when he was abused when he was younger and now hopes he can have better offspring.
Personality: Leader of course, loyal, a bit bossy, he loves being in charge and in front of the line. Put-going, cocky, flirty.
Other: He loves to flirt with the local mares

[demonthief.]

Forgot about this beauty. Congrats to however gets him c:

[zippo.]

Username: Zippo♥
Tezari Name: Vailant Solider // Landon
Gender: Stallion
Color: Liver Chestnut Sabino
Height: 16.2hh

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Tezari Name: Don't Stop Beating || Drum
Gender: Stallion
Color: Liver Chestnut Sabino
Height: 16.2hh

Personality:
+Carefree, Devoted, Intelligent.
-Lazy Mind, Overzealous, Unpredictable.

Preferences:
+Music; Peppermint Treats; Baths; Dancing; Company; His stall mate Mathias (who happens to be a goat.)
-Cold weather; Carrots; Solitude; Hoof Cleanings; Bells; Loud motors (such as the revving of a truck or a motorcycle.)

Drum is an amazing stallion; he's got grace, finesse and overall he is a great prospect for events such as Dressage, Hunter, or any jumping events. But where he excels in fluid movement he lacks in picking up his tasks and training quickly, despite being highly intelligent. Most pin this to him having a rather lazy mind, since he often would rather stop altogether if he can't seem to understand what's being asked of him or if he grows frustrated; but luckily that isn't often as he's a very free spirited and happy-go-lucky type. He's a loyal stud, adores his handlers and would to everything he could to please them, but he often jumps too quickly and acts like a foal in his excitement, leading him through some fairly dangerous situations where he could accidentally hurt himself, another horse, or a handler; his trainers know he wouldn't mean to, but his unpredictability has caused some delay in finishing his training completely.

Of course Drum doesn't seem to mind, as he gets the attention he enjoys anyway. Some of his handlers think that if he didn't get any attention he's really just waste away into that lazy mind of his, and since he's often a very fun and enjoyable horse to be around and ride, no one seems to complain much about him becoming too excitable.

Playlist:
The Fray, Heartbeat
Cobra Starship ft. Sabi, You Make Me Feel..
Chris Brown, Turn Up the Music
Metro Station, Shake It



A Jinni.. Such creatures were thought to be of great importance to Arabic lore. Good, evil, even as neutral as one can expect a human to be. Of scorchless flame, their ethereal forms can transform into whatever it so desires, and with these powers can grant the wish of whomever it becomes enamored with.

Late Summer, Persian Province, Late 1800s

The heat was unbearable as the desert sands continued on, their sea of gold and dust only a reminder of the harshness of the land. Water was the only commodity to trade for, leaving some far wealthier than jewels or silks, fatter than any food or wine could tighten their belts. If one was lost to the sands, may they pray only for a quick death under the beating sun and merciless thirst.

One such man, lost under the golden dunes, fell to his knees. Praying to his God, hands in the air and face turned into one of sorrow, his voice cracked and pitched into one of misery beneath his keffiyeh. With cracked lips and dry mouth, he shouted for forgiveness of his sins and begged to be led where he might find salvation among the rolling dunes.

After what felt like hours of praying and yelling, the man slumped to the ground, exhausted and feeling beaten. Closing his eyes, he wept quietly. Until a sound rose up, faint at first and unrecognizable. But as it drew closer, the man lifted his head and looked around, unable to find where such a noise came from.

And suddenly it was upon him; grey smoke that smoldered but never burned, racing around him like the greatest of Arab stallions, beating against the sands like a drum! Frightened, he scrambled backward across the sand as he tried to escape the fiend, but just as suddenly it stopped. Before him stood a creature only legend spoke of, changing shape into that of a person before the man; smoke colored skin, wisping at the edges like a mirage, with eyes that glowed like a flame from the heavens.

"What do you seek?" It asked him, voice thundering like a drum. "Forgiveness!" The man stuttered out frightfully, bowing on his knees before the creature. "I wish to return home, to see my family once more!" He begged, keeping his head against the sand and eyes shut. The creature said nothing, and when the man looked up, he was in awe of what he saw.

A stallion, fine boned and strong, stood next to the jinni. It was as ethereal as the creature, looking so much like a desert breeze would sweep it away among the sand, and colored like white fire and dead leaves; the stallion was beautiful, but wary as the man was, he felt drawn to such a magnificent creature. "Take the stallion, Bedouin. Return to your people. Care for the creature, and it will care for your family as nothing else. This wish I grant for you, so you may return it as the sands return all to the desert." The jinni boomed cryptically, raising a hand toward the man and sending the stallion to him.

As the man moved to thank the creature, he watched as it became smoldering ash once more, bursting after the horse and becoming one with it. As it did, the stallion looked more solid, as though it were never a creature belonging to a jinni, and quickly the man clambered atop its broad back. Without a word, the horse galloped away, knowing without question where the man wished it to take him.

The man was taken from the desert to his wife and his children, where he told them of his encounter with the magical jinni, of how the stallion had been sent to save him. As the years passed, the mans children had children of their own, but eventually the man died. As he lay on his deathbed, he begged for his sons to bring him the stallion, and they obeyed. With his dying words, he spoke to the stallion.

"My friend, my savior, be free of my family. Go back to your desert, come if you wish to my children's children, but return as you once returned me."

As the man died, the stallion, having never aged, faded into dust and wind. Praying to their God, the mans children asked that both be seen to the heavens.

Egypt, Present Day

Scrounging for stock to add to his lines, the man grew weary as he walked about the busy market. There were horses everywhere, of all colors and sizes, but none seemed to cry out to him; his father has taught him a great deal of what to look for, and how to listen for what would strengthen his horses lines.

Just as he was about to leave for the day, empty handed, he heard something whisper in the back of his mind. He was reminded of a tale passed down his family, a traditional story told on the eve of his great-great-great grandfathers death.

Return as you once returned me..

The words surprised the young man, and he looked around him to see nothing more than horses milling in pens, people bartering and goods being traded. Shaking his head, he turned to his right before stopping. White fire and dead leaves, the words echoed in his mind over and over, like the beating of a drum.

A stallion stood patiently at the front of a pen, eyes watching him and nothing else. Approaching the horse, he stroked its face in awe, his hands feeling the heat of he sun, the roughness of sand, and the smooth breeze of the desert wind. Thinking of the tale, the young man immediately turned to the owner of the pen and asked to purchase the creature. But the old seller was at a loss; this wasn't one of his horses, he had never seen the likes of such a thing. He certainly didn't want to take it home, ugly as it looked the old merchant said, as unhealthy as an overbred nag.

Looking back to the stallion, the young man was confused; how did he see such a fine stallion and the merchant an aging horse? Was the story true, that a jinni was the reason? The merchant said he could take the horse for a low sum, and the young man agreed quickly; no use trying to convince anyone of what the horse looked like to him. But as he loaded the stallion into his trailer, he caught others eying the horse as though it were one of the greatest they had seen in the market. One man even commented on how lucky it was to have found the horse!

The young man smiled as he thought back on the tale again, a name already decided for he stallion. "You are like a drum that never fades. Don't stop beating as long as the world lives, and if you see my grandfather, I ask that you thank him."

[mainstream geologist]

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xUsername: ✧ 浮気者 ✧
xTezari Name: Tovitaan 'Tovit"
xName Meaning: Searcher in Dovahzul, the Dragon
xLanguage from Skyrim. When shortened to Tovit,
xas he sometimes prefers to be called, it simply
xstands for Search. This has a a lot to do with his
xpersonality and the meaning of his life.

xTheme Song: Marble by UNiTE.
xGender: Stallion
xAge: 10 years
xHeight: 16.2 hh
xColor: Liver Chestnut Sabino
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━ even if the world we dreamed ━
❝ Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｔ Ｄ Ａ Ｙ ❞
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xxPersonality: Tovitaan is a quiet stallion who
xxspends a lot of his time thinking. He's always
xxcuriously sticking his nose into things and
xxabsorbing any and all information he can find.
xxHe believes that the more information he can
xxfill his mind with, the better chance he has at
xxfinding out why he remembers things from
xxsuch a long time ago. He's a stallion of many
xxobservations and few words. Tovit is smart in
xxmany different aspects, and seems to always
xxbe lost in his own thoughts, as if searching for
xxsomething unseen to others. Perhaps searching
xxfor his real self within himself?

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Ｎ Ｏ x Ｌ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｒ
exists. it will always stay in my heart

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xWhat Tovit Is Searching For: Memories. Tovit woke
xup in a stall one day starving and ragged, screaming
xsomething about a bygone era. He has lost all far past
xmemories and all he can remember is his name is
xTovitaan. Tovit can occasionally remember things like
xknights in armor and ancient cities of lore, but that's
xit. He's on a hunt to figure out why he can remember
xthese little things.

xShort Story: The Voice

xBiggest Fear: Tovit fears that he may never find out
xwhat the odd memories mean to him and why he seems
xto have recurring nightmare-ish dreams about them.

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[Kallisto Moon]

Username: Birman Kitty
Tezari Name: Running In The Rain | Rain
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8
Color: Liver Chestnut Sabino
Height: 16.2hh
Personality and Qualities: Simple, Brave, Smart, Loving to a fault, and an extremely impressive jumper.
Backstory:

Rain's story goes a long way back. He was born and raised in a herd that had a no-nonsense policy. Developing and being a foal was hard, because the lead stallion was incredibly forceful, and never wanted any of his foals or mares to move. This changed though, when Rain was just a yearling the lead stallion was killed by a group of traveling nomads. When this happened, Rain's mother Red Raven was forced to lead the herd to some sort of safe-house. Red Raven was incredibly old, and unpredictable. She often battered the other mares and Rain for no reason at all, and one day Rain and another filly got fed up. The filly was named Windfall, and went by Wind. Rain and Wind escaped when Red Raven was beating up Windfall's mother.

Rain and Wind stayed together for years, until she was stolen from him by another stallion. When this happened, Rain felt as if he was ruined. Wind had been is life, and he loved her. Rain eventually was captured by a human and was broken. This was incredibly easy for the man since Rain's heart and spirit had been broken by Wind.

The man saw a greatness in Rain, that even Rain couldn't understand. Rain was quickly trained for his expertise in jumping. His natural talent, and learned as a wild foal had given him such ability to jump that the man made money off of him. Rain was never used as a breeding stallion under this man's care, which Rain was surprised that he was happy about it.
After a year of obeying the man's orders, and having his full-length mane and tail braided and banded; Rain had met a sweet and pretty mare, she wasn't a Wind, but she was pretty enough. This mare had helped him heal, and showed him a path to freedom. Rain and the mare escaped from the man but parted ways a few days later.

Rain decided to stay a bachelor and often spars with other lone stallions for fun. He hopes to stumble upon his beloved Wind, but he knows this won't happen anytime soon, if ever.