i found the black body bags

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so you want to view my horses? you want to check out how their minds work? well, you've come to the right place!


RHYTHMIC!!




Pending

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Approved

Maeve&Maiden&Dark

Zephyr&Knight&Dark

Future

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MAEVE


SONG: ride by the vines
PHRASE: i don't run because i am afraid, i run for the adventure


GENDER: maiden
AGE: 4.25 years
HIEGHT: 16.1 hh

BREED: andalusian+unknowns+paint
ALLIANCE: dark hearted

HIDE: onyx
TASSELS: onyx w/ silver hairs
TENDRILS: onyx w/ silver hairs
OPTICS: ocean blue or seaweed/moss green
MARKINGS: just the silver in her tassels and tendrils


SOUL SPILLING:
She is dainty looking, but she has muscle. She may seem like a well mannered, spoiled, vain maiden, but she is not. The only thing that is dainty is her ears, the only well mannered part of her are her limbs. She speaks when spoken to or not and is quite bold. She doesn't stand for sexism, like the "i can do anything better then you" that she gets from males. She fights, she speaks when she wants, and she could care less to get in trouble. She also has this wild care-free type of personality. She likes to run wild for days and you can't stop her. She likes to think for herself, not liking to be controlled by those with a more dominating personality. Even though she can be wild and sometimes totally out of hand, she can be quite the sensitive and caring form that any mare with a child is. She just prefers to make others dislike what they see, then they run off and don't try to make her do what they want her to do, as I said she is care-free at times and isn't at all a rule equine. She is a mischievous, cunning, intelligent maiden so boys, bite your tongues. She doesn't anger quickly, but she does have a lot of raging turmoil within. She isn't one for much conversation and often times leaves an awkward silence. Because she is independent and dances to her own tune, not many males come calling her way, and she likes it that way. She has her own opinion and not many males take the time to care for whatever it is she wishes to say, and for that reason, at this moment in time she wishes to stay single and firmly believes that she will never take a mate, have a stallion to herself, or whatever it is that equines say these days.


MEMORIES:
Sheriden was a horse that no one could control, a horse that no one wanted from the beginning of her birth. It was clear to every one when she was born, she was insane, not in her right mind. She would run screaming senseless words, she would drink water from mud puddles and eat things no other horse dared. She was both insane and loving, but she was wild, not willing to be tamed by any one stallion. So as she aged, she was watched by many stallions who were both disgusted and intrigued by her. They didn't understand how a most beautiful mare could be so distorted in her mind. At four years old she was.... well, force-bred by several stallions, none of which she knew.

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Nine months later, a black filly was born. Not one stallion came forth to claim her, so Sheriden was labeled a whore. This filly was not like her mother, but nor was she like any of the other herd members. She was wild and free like her mother, but she wasn't insane at all. She had the same looks as her mother, but in turn held a strange aura that no one knew. She was a dark filly that was for sure, but her sometimes compassionate and sensitive ways were foreign to the equines in her herd. As she grew older, she grew more bold, more hard, more cold. It became clear then as to who the father might be. Keenan, the heir to their dark herd, was as unruly and cold as a hurricane. He was free and wild, just like the filly, later known as Maeve.

In fact he was one of the stallions who had force-bred Sheriden. So when he was asked, he told the truth, and from there he led Maeve to her doom. She grew to three years old, filling out into her much larger body. She was chased many times by stallions and colts, but she put them in their place. Sheriden had left the herd by then. Her body was later found mangled and distorted. With her mother gone and her father rejecting her she was forced into an emotional and mental exile. She kept a mask of savageness on her face at all times, she learned to fight, spoke when ever she pleased and was eventually kicked out of the herd because of her unpredictable ideas.

She wandered from place to place often, but always remembering the day her father had rejected her from his bloodline. Yes, in time she realized that her mother was force-bred, because she didn't take a mate. For this reason she decided to life her life on the edge, not ever taunting the colts and stallions, but not ever rejecting them either. She let them come to terms with her non-responsiveness. They were also taken aback several times because of her willingness to speak out, and then her willingness to fight. She was told many times that females weren't supposed to partake in such things. But these were all neutrals and lights. She never found them amusing in any sort. She neared her fourth birth day and continued to travel, she was a horse she wanted to be, the horse who she was, and no one could tell her different. Several tried to. Her fourth birthday came and went and she is still living her life to the fullest.

What no one told her was that to live you life to the fullest, you should have someone to accompany you and give you happiness, but she never found a horse who could fill the quota. And hence, she has lived without.



DAM: sheriden
SIRE: keenan and others
SIBLINGS: zephyr

MATE: n/a
CHILDREN: n/a

FRIENDS: n/a
UNKNOWNS: trouble
ENEMIES: n/a

HOME: n/a
RANK: n/a

OCCUPATION: traveler/adventurer

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ZEPHYR

SONG: is varied depending on his mood, so here they are.
EMERALD; coming
RUBY; the unforgiven by metallica
TURQUOISE; in the end by linkin park
AMETHYST; coming
DIAMOND; let me be myself by 3 doors down

PHRASE: don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk


GENDER: knight
AGE: 4.25 years
HIEGHT: 16 hh

BREED: andalusian+unknowns+paint
ALLIANCE: dark hearted

HIDE: buttermilk buckskin/dun
TASSELS: dark hershey brown
TENDRILS: dark hershey brown
OPTICS: change with his mood; emerald green, ruby red, turquoise blue, amethyst purple, diamond clear
MARKINGS: a white splotch on right side of lower belly, left half of face is white, two white stockings on left limbs, two black stockings on right limbs


SOUL SPILLING:
Zephyr is not the usual evil, blood thirsty horse, nor is he the heart felt, loving, character of some modern day fairy tale. Zephyr is a very reclusive horse, he is very much into being alone and left that way. He doesn't often speak to any equines, a very few words type of horse. Sort of anti-social if you will, he isn't scared of equines, but he doesn't delight in having their company. He isn't overly bold or voice his thoughts or opinions, but he has his moments when his words are voiced. Unlike his sister, Zephyr easily shows his emotions, not through words or body movements, but through his eyes. They do not change at will, only when he is feeling some particular emotion.

Zephyr isn't unreasonable, but once he makes a decision he sticks with it and doesn't allow someone else to change his mind. He doesn't like to be controlled, he is a very dominant horse, he owns his own mind and admires most horses who are like him in that aspect. He isn't a pacifist, but he doesn't often indulge in having fights with others. It is in this way that he is often referred to as a horse with no one alliance. He is both dark and neutral, but he claims neither one.


MEMORIES:
Sheriden was a horse that no one could control, a horse that no one wanted from the beginning of her birth. It was clear to every one when she was born, she was insane, not in her right mind. She would run screaming senseless words, she would drink water from mud puddles and eat things no other horse dared. She was both insane and loving, but she was wild, not willing to be tamed by any one stallion. So as she aged, she was watched by many stallions who were both disgusted and intrigued by her. They didn't understand how a most beautiful mare could be so distorted in her mind. At four years old she was.... well, force-bred by several stallions, none of which she knew.

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Unknown to both Keenan and Maeve, Sheriden had twins. She disappeared with him after Maeve was born. Zephyr is Maeve's fraternal twin, he looks nothing like her, but is just a few inches shorter then her in height, but much stronger then her in muscles. He grew up in seclusion from other horses, this would be the reason for his anti-socialness. Nothing amazing happened throughout his life, he grew up with only Sheriden until she died and then he was left on his own. He traveled for the rest of his life, avoiding as many horses as possible and sticking to the shadows to learn what ever it was he needed or wanted to.


DAM: sheriden
SIRE: keenan and others
SIBLINGS: maeve

MATE: n/a
CHILDREN: n/a

FRIENDS: n/a
UNKNOWNS: n/a
ENEMIES: n/a

HOME: n/a
RANK: n/a

OCCUPATION: wanderer