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Spare
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Black Raven's Shimmering Jar of the Broken Hearted
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Prince
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I wanted to call him Black Beauty first but I decided to be more creative and imaginative. It took me nearly twenty minutes to think up this name, and then another twenty minutes because I thought it didn't sound right. So yeah, I think this name should fit, don't you think? Black Raven is obviously because of his colour, and his mane and tail are slightly ragged like feathers. Shimmering - his coat just simply shines perfectly, and I thought it'd fit with 'Jar' and then so suddenly, my sister came up with an idea 'of the Locked Heart', so I typed that in, but got bored of it quickly, and then came up with an idea 'of the Broken Hearted' and now it's just wonderful for him. Oh, and not forgetting 'Prince', because well, he is just a prince!
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16.1hh
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Purebred Friesian
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Well, Prince is just a rough prince, isn't he? He's one handsome, rich stallion - acting all posh both in the ring and the paddock, bucks, rears, and tail flickers being gifted all the time. But other than that, this young boy can give his rider 100% no matter what; he's a purebred Dressage Champion, and you can see it in his eyes, in his body, in his heart, but he just won't show it all at once.
Not forgetting to mention, nearly none can handle this swift, tough, challenging horse - only a few - and one of those is Lilianna. Lilianna is one of the best riders in the world, right next to Felicia, her long-lost-but-found sister. Together they are the bestest of teammates you could ever see; four eyes connected as two, two hearts connected as one, and the championships are their life.
As for other horses, Prince is not really good with stallions or geldings - always stubborn, always wrong, always ending up in a fight. That's why this gleaming king must have his own 'palace' - paddock - to himself, with the mares around, since he's fine with them, but even more stubborn. Never looked into mares, never will; unless he's forced into a breeding, but that rarely will happen, because he always tries to fight with the mares at first sight. Unless, of course, the mare is Lilianna's or Felicia's.
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"It's a colt!" the gentle, swift, human voice called out, smiling as the sense said so. Bright eyes twinkled like the night stars outside, flooded with glee, as his rough, small hands touched the pure black, shining foal. "There's a good girl," the voice called out again, but this time, in a whisper, and towards the tired, hungry mare. Before helping the newborn up, the teenager tugged on warm, coloured rugs from the shelves high up, curling them around both the Friesians, since it was a breezy, cold winter night. The young man's parents were away on a invitation to a royal dance, so he was left with everything - assuming he could handle it.
Within an hour, the quite stubborn foal was up on his silver-pond coloured, gleaming hooves, making his way with huge big steps over to his mother, known as A Mother's Magic Mare or just Mag in other words. "Well done, little one," yet again the voice softly muttered, as a hand went over the colt's body, stroking him delicately, not trying to trip him over, and helping his journey.
The night passed, and the colt slept by his mother, with the boy beside. Laughter and cooing from outside of the great, grand stall, the little Friesian jumped up, eyes wide open, shivering from the cold and the sound. "D'aww, isn't he adorable, Oscar?" the elder humans whispered, waking up both the mare and the boy along. Watching his great drafty mother stand up, the foal skipped under her stomach, trembling, while 'Oscar' leaned onto 'Mag'. "One prince. One champion. One beauty."
"Black Raven's Shimmering Jar of the Broken Hearted, BRSJBH. Prince," Oscar mouthed, reading it off the colt's - now named Prince - fresh papers, while sitting on the large white fence, watching Mag and her few week old child gallop along side her, with thundering beats, throwing a smooth rhythm across the land. Smiling, the boy grabbed the old rope beside him, and jumped down onto the field, walking towards Prince with a few oats he had hidden in his pocket. "Here boy," his swift, soft, and gentle voice whispered, hand out, the other ready to put over the colt's head. "It's no harm, I'm just going to put it over your head, loosely," he repeated, as Prince munched on the oats, and he tied the rope around like a head collar and a lead rope in one.
As the black, glittering body soared over the quite high, rocky wall-like jumps, Oscar clapped and laughed, smothered in pride. He was teaching Prince to jump, even though he knew that deep down in his heart he'll be a world-winning Dressage champion, and everyone knew that, even the colt himself.
Days soon transformed into weeks, weeks running towards months, and those months got crushed by a year. "You can't do that! Mag loves him, I love him - even mother loves him!" Oscar yelled, tugging at the rope which gave him sore hands, trying to take him away from his drunk father. "I'm sorry, kid, already bought 'im," a rather large, rough, and strong voice came from behind him, snatching at the now-a-year-old Friesian, who was rearing for freedom. "He's mine. Now run off, run off," the tall, young man snapped, pushing Oscar and his father away, trying to control Prince. "Down, you brat, down!" the voice repeated, a whip soon by his rear.
"Get me to that wrecked party now, you wicked horse!" The man called out, who had connected a heavy, posh and fancy carriage to the weak colt's back, totally confused and frightened. "On, you darn colt!" And yet a longer, stronger, and more painful whip appeared, forcing Prince to gallop on at full-speed, trying to buck but instead he just bruised his legs. Rain, storm, thunder, lighting, and even a bit of hurricane wind gathered for a meeting, causing a horrible weather, but the man continued to shout and blame him. Within seconds, an un-stable, un-safe, and a broken bridge came, appearing to be wooden, making it a lot worse. The human kept wasting his voice with useless rages and whips, trying to get Prince across the bridge, but he wouldn't move, even if it meant collapsing and being killed. No matter how much he hated the man, he wouldn't kill him - that's just how much of a darling he was.
"Filthy rat, get a move on!" The creature called out, dragging Prince along, when suddenly, danger went into both of their bodies. The bridge fell apart, taking both the man and the Friesian, but the buckles and belts got un-done luckily. Snorting for survival, the stallion reared and bucked in the water, but it was no use. They were already a few seconds away from falling, a water-fall in their way.
Wet, with mud and twigs in his lovely long curled hair, he got up, still enough energy left for life. He gave out loud whinnies, incase any wild horses were to be seen, but there was none - it was a forest, so more likely deer or even elk...which came to wolves, too. Prince's eyes quickly scanned for the evil man, and there he was; the dead body stuck to a rock covered with bugs and ragged grass. Galloping deep into the crowds of trees, he started to spot other horses between the living plants as he rushed through - most dark bay, chestnut, and palomino.
"Daddy, look!" a little girl muttered, who was about six, with light blonde curly locks and freckles. She was pointing towards a dead-like horse, lying by a stream, worn-out. "Lilianna, it's dangerous, don't go near," an elder whispered with a steady accent, motioning for her to stop running towards the creature. "It's not, daddy! Look, he's alive, and perfectly safe," she softly replied back, falling on her knees and stroking the heavy breathing horse. "We must take him to the vet, he's not very well."
Yet another year went by, and Lilianna was now seven (making Prince two and 6/7 months). She had been longing for this day,
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He's just stunning. Text, words, or even looks cannot describe my love for him. He'll be in my character thread with Liliana, along with Felicia and her equine(Kenzie, Norman & Toby - not adopted from here), but not forgetting, he'll ALSO be in my thread for only Savanha Farm horses. And you know, millions of art - both by me and other artists. I'd love to try and get him some realistic art pictures, he'd look perfect, even if he doesn't exist in reality. You know why else I'd want to adopt him, I mention it in all my other horses! But for this one, I just had to add more. ;}
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Every single place you can think of. Character Thread, Savanha Farm Horses Thread, Story Threads, etc. :] Not forgetting oekaki.
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Liliana and Felicia are both my human characters. I draw them a lot and write them in a lot of stories so I thought hey, since Felicia took Kenzie { My Equine Souls Adopted Horse }, Liliana can take this one; they'd fit perfect together. I hope I can do a story with them and their lives after I've finished the one I'm currently writing!
{ feel free to judge/count me in while it's still a WIP! <3 }
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} When one of those close to him needs him, he is always there. The few who he does care about will always have protection, against everything.
