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Post by proclaim on Jul 2, 2013 22:50:18 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....
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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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Post by Penguin on Jul 4, 2013 12:38:25 GMT -6
[/size][/b][/center][/td][/tr] [tr][td] [bg=aliceblue][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450]The clacking of her hooves echoed around the rocky area. The nimble mare climbed over the rocks, enjoying the sensation of a new texture on her skin. She was bored of the sand, and so was avoiding it as best as she can. Her keen eyes looked around eagerly. This palomino hadn't ever ventured here before, and she was inquisitive. All her senses were tingling with the new smells, scents and sounds. Her pricked ears flickered in all directions as she gained confidence in this new, unexplored (by her) region. Her flaxen tail flicked at her flanks as she jumped off of a large, slightly rounded rock onto the soft sands. The small vegetation growing felt rough against her legs and thus she picked her feet up high as she pranced towards the cave, letting her body drift into the shadows to try and get her eyes to adjust. Entering the caves she slowed her gait to a walk. The noise of her movements echoed even more here. Sonya tossed her head. It was quite loud to her sensitive ears.
As the young essa followed one of the tunnels she became aware of a small arch of light in the distance. Perking her radars, the blanketed horse extended her strides to reach it quicker. Something about the tunnels themselves was quite... creepy. Like she was being watched by a non-physical presence. Being a mare of logic it upset her slightly. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind she jogged loosely towards the exit. Upon the threshold she ceased her movement. She was in a small clearing, and standing before her was a stallion. His back was to her. Tilting her head, the shy lass paused for a moment before releasing a soft nicker, not wanting to startle the gent. [/color][/size][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=beige] Speaking Sonya - Arabian x thoroughbred - 5yo Word count – 301 Notes – n/a
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