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Post by skylark on May 10, 2011 12:54:28 GMT -5
"With a name such as Reflection or Image people seem to think it means that the one baring it is just that a copy of something or someone else.. This however is untrue for one may receive the name for looking like someone else every one of us are individuals and I will prove it some how.. " Image spoke to nothing in-particular simply passing the time as she wandered around searching for a herd to call home. " I am not the same as my sire or my dam I am free no human stalls to keep me in and no useless jobs to do ... you'd think one would be happy about this but ... it's so lonely out here.. and most of the others I have met haven't been friendly ... " She sighed and shook her inky black mane taking a moment to glance around and see if any one else was in the area not wanting to seem crazy for talking to her self. Attachments:
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Post by scenery on Jun 7, 2011 20:53:29 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]BraveHearts Faith[/glow] [/font]
The ginger stallion traveled through the forest, his sea green eyes like a restless, lost animal, searching for it's mother. BraveHearts Faith kicked his legs toward the sky, and gave a silent buck toward the bushes. "What else can I do? How else could I do it? Must I free my restless spirit from my body? Must I loose myself?" The stallion wondered quietly to himself, giving his ginger mane a simple shake. He looked around, hoping to find the answers to his answer less questions. The quiet birds chirped, the silent trees swayed. BraveHeart simply hoped he did not come upon another mare, to hurt, to injure, to break her soul. He could not understand what exactly his problem was, but at the time he seemed to enjoy hurting them. Just thinking about it made the stallions spirit stir. He shook his head and made himself plummet down the hill he had just walked up. "You mustn't think like that! Hurting another innocent body," his voice shifted across the large valley, the wind carrying it away while he continued, "They weren't happy with you, killing their soul, shattering it." The ginger Arabian continued to scold himself, until his plummeting stopped. With a stiff groan, her dragged himself back up the large hill and began walking down the other side.[/center]
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