Beautiful Thoughts (For BayMickey)

[DreamFlight]

Name: Callister
Age: 3
Gender: Stallion
Mate: None
Loner: Yes
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The bay stallion leapt over the boulders, his hooves thudding on the meadow grass. His mane whipped back in the wind and his eyes were widened with excitement. He flared his nostrils, taking in deep breathes from the fresh air surrounding him. It had taken him a year to make it here to this beautiful place, he had thought so many things could go wrong making the trip here, and many things had gone wrong, but he had managed.
Callister swayed his tail and reared up, landing back onto the earth with a loud thud. He thrashed his head about and nickered, then stopped his horse play and gently walked throughout the cherry orchard, eating a couple of cherries here and there. He then lay down beneath a beautiful Weeping Willow and shut his eyes, dozing off into a deep sleep that gave him wonderful dreams; him with his foals, along with his dead mate, then suddenly,the dream was crashed as he awoke with a start. Something was nearby, he couldn't see, hear, or scent it, but he just could feel it. He whinnied, afraid that it would be a wolf.

[BayMickey]

http://warhams.dangerbearing.com/Valk/Horse%20Buckskin%20Lusitano.jpg

Name~
Africa
Gender~
Mare
Age~
2.5
Mate~
Negative
Loner~
Indeed
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Africa

The buckskin mare reached her long neck up to bite into a bunch of cherries, the sweet fruit's liquid running down her throat smoothly. Africa shook her luxurious black mane out of her deep brown eyes and the pesky flies away from her rump. She moved on from her light snack, her hooves creating perfect round crecsents in the moist ground. The sun bounced off her coat, making the illusion that she was made from gold. Today, she thought, is perfect. Africa stepped forward, stepping on and breaking a twig under her hoof. Backing away quietly, she then looked up to see an alert figure in the distance. The mare couldn't tell if it was a stallion or mare. Curious, she walked up a few graceful steps to get a closer look. Africa believed she was invisible still. Now she could see. It was a stallion, which is odd. Mostly mares are the only horses around here, if even that. Wandering mares. Like herself. But, Africa stayed her in the Cherry Orchard, now calling it home. Anyway, Africa pondered on revealing herself and greeting the fellow horse. Being herself, she did. "Hello," the mare said in her preppy, cute voice.

OOC~ I am SO sorry for not posting until now! I've been oh so busy with my school's dance team!