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Post by Lavender on Sept 27, 2011 15:27:06 GMT -5
•• SHARIFA.
Muscles were burning beneath her beautiful, jet black wrapping. Flanks were quivering, legs trembling as they hit the solid ground, where old, ancient souls treaded upon now as they did in a far past. Her nostrils were flared in exertion, but her legs kept running, she was exhausting herself, she had been running for days. Vast plains stretched out before her, every little thing causing her anguish. The creaking, broken branches of trees underneath her pillars, the requiems of some little birds. Even her own shadow, her own hooves causing the solid surface, covered with old and newly colored leaves, to tremble beneath her crushing, unforgiving hooves. Her legs ate the dirt beneath her, her hooves hitting the ground fiercely, jerking her slender head upwards.
Her coat was damping from sweat, her breath racing as she just stood there, her beautiful head low to the ground. Vulnerable. Perhaps, if an foreign equine with cruel intentions would find her now, she would be left here, waiting for the death to come and take her away from this cruel world. But the mare didn't want to give in. Legs trembling beneath her, it would be a matter of time before the dark female, her coat painted with some splatters of white, would collapse. With her last strength she pulled herself towards the river, greedily taking sips of the source causing refreshment. When she stared with her captivating hazel optics into the water at her own reflection, she noticed that she didn't look to good. Slowly she emerged into the waters. The water cooled her heated coat, made her dull mane have a healthy, beautiful shine in it again.
With the energy she just attained, the mare went to explore the area. In a typical Arabian fashion, her tail was carried high into the air, her head held high in a proud manner. Her graceful body started to move, her well-built legs in an elegant trot treading upon the paths where others had ventured ages ago, too. Sharifa raised her tail as in a typical Arabian fashion and stood still, planting her hooves firmly into the sandy soil, her nostrils sucked into the scent of other horses.
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Thoxic
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Post by Thoxic on Oct 2, 2011 15:55:46 GMT -5
V I L I E X I Her plans of future sucess in this place were going slow, but she could wait, she had no problem with waiting if it took her were she wanted to be. And this place... Oh, it was so worth waiting for this place, she just needed to find the king.
As she trotted with ease over the lands that shw would see to it that it became hers, her coat shone healthy and beautifully, in cream and white. Nothing about her were ugly. Her conformation was that of an arabian, but her cream coat was scattered with white stripes, her white tail was long and silky, almost reaching the ground, her forelock also very long, but her mane, even though it was silky, stood up short, striped in white and cream. A star marked her head, as well as a heart-shaped snip, and two pasterns on her hind legs.
She was fit to be a queen, and she wanted to be it also, she had high ambitions, but not without reason, but of course, it could take days, or it could take years, but someday, she would.
The shape of another horse caught her black opal eyes attention, and even though she went a bit closer to the mare, she didn't let down her tail or her posture, she wasn't disrespectful, but you had to prove yourself to her, prove that you were worth the respect, that was how she worked, even though she was nice to almost all horses around her.
Her dished head, place upon that gracefully crested neck, was pointed at the mare, with pointed ears and flared nostrils, like she was trying to figure out the mares personality from afar.
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Post by Lavender on Oct 30, 2011 5:27:15 GMT -5
•• SHARIFA.
The mare let out a soft nicker - sounding as sweet as honey when it filled the crisp air, her nostrils sucked into the scent of other, foreign equines. Her eyes scanned her environments once more, it was quite beautiful here. The lake shimmered behind her, creating a beautiful scenery when the dim sun rays of an early spring casted upon the mirroring surface.
The presence of another horse. Sharifa's senses had noticed that another horse was near her, and the wind brought her news from afar. It was a mare. Well, well, wouldn't this be an interesting meeting? The mare turned around on her hind legs with supreme agility and trotted into the direction where the scent came from.
A Palomino coated mare ventured in a proud way up to her. Her head was raised in a proud way, and so was her tail, and when approaching Sharifa, the female still held on to that posture. Sharifa's ears laced backwards and her eyes rolled in it's sockets, her tail swept against her hips.
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