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Post by proclaim on Jun 22, 2013 22:06:45 GMT -6
Rafael
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Condensation clung to the rocky roof overhead, as it did the walls of the cavern and the tips of his red mane. It was quiet, the low crash of the waves lulling the stallion as he lazily lipped up grass from a small patch that lay in the center of the room. His hooves were planted firmly beneath his sporty frame, with sunlight leaking down through the skylight to cast a perfect silhouette of a lone figure in the sand.
He was alone, and in a sense he always had been. But that was his past and he had come here to find a future. Though his beautiful fiery red coat told a story. His painted skin was covered in scars - scars from friends, scars from enemies, scars from "lovers".... But now he was here to start a new - to be a new person and to meet new people. He wanted to finally be free of the chains that held him to his past. And now that he was here in this cave, and in this new place, he could feel them slowly starting to fade away....
[ ooc: Eh. It will get better! ]
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stallion | Anglo-Arab | sixteen point two hands | fiery cinnamon-chestnut sabino | bright, chestnut brown eyes | wandering Illyria
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