Elven Horses have come, for the first time ever

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It was a lovely day the day Junex arrived at,The Garden of Plenty. Accompanied by his younger sister, Temperance, they had set out to find a new world. Theres had been Nevedaan, an Elven word for “Sacred”. Yes, they were Elven horses. Beautiful creatures by nature, but not all were beautiful on the inside.. These magical horses could come in a varity of colors, the colors marking their rank in society though.
The two that had arrived were of a dark purple black color. There bodies traced and caressed by a stunning silver color that shone brightly, their manes and tails a deep purple enchanced with a crows black streaking through it, their eyes…well , that depended upon their mood. If enraged an Elven horses eyes would become as black as the blackest night, when in love they were of the deep purple like their coats, but when in a content mood their eyes were ever changing colors. One second they could blue and the next second a peach color. Each Elven horse is sported with a horn, females have a noticably shorter horn than stallions. Every horn burns bright like the sun, except in a bluish white color. It is traced in a silver plated design that starts at their forhead and reachs to the tip of their horn. But enough of what they look like, how about there traits and characterics.
Junex is a tough stallion, most are these days. His long horn reachs a stunning three feet, from his forhead to the sharp needle like tip of it, his mane goes down to his shoulder and he has a bit of feathers on his hocks. Don’t let this pretty boy look fool you though, when angered Junex is the worst to deal with. Not fighting fairly, he does not care about your needs only his, he will use magic and brute strength to win every fight. Born of the top Elven horse blood, Junex looks down at all Elven horses, and regular horses. To him they are stupid and are dirty good for nothings. Though when at war he has to be stabled with regular Elven horses, who are still magical just not as strong as Junex’s kind*, he has been noted to be a tad kinder to them than if they had met on the streets.
Temperance is a young filly, about two years younger than her seven year old brother. She, like all Elven mares, is even tempered and always thoughtful…unlike Elven stallions who are always arragant and stubborn. Her magic consists of healing powers and poisons. Whether these come through the touch, meer glance, or even thought, no one knows. At the new age of five Temperance is eager to fulfill her duties as a lead mare and supply her lead stallion with plenty of sons and daughters. Where she comes from the mare is the top horse in the herd. Temperance would’ve been crowned queen at her land but she had set out to declare one on her own, where her daughters would one day rule and her sons protecting their sisters. Even if a stallion was born to Temperance and a daughter afterward, the daughter would still rule and her brother by her side as a body guard. This is how it was, and how it was going to be in her new herd.
The lovely, almost heavenly looking, creatures graced the land in search of a strong stallion worthly of Temperance. Junex, acting as her body guard, led the way boldly with a few of Temperance’s maiden mares following after her. After Temperance received a new herd the mares would turn around an go home to their families while Junex continued on with Temperance. Lifting his proud muzzle upward, Junex trotted with a slight prance to his step into the new land. His brilliant eyes scanned the grounds at all the potential stallions for Temperance, and even a mare for his own. Swishing his tail an arching his neck, he rears up on powerful hind legs and lashes out with his front legs. His ringing neigh shakes the small valley in which they were in and vibrates back to him just as his hooves touched the soft grassy ground. Snorting his pricks his ears then turns his head around to look at his sister. “Temperance, my dear sister, do you think you will find anyone here?” His deep bass voice asks as quietly as possible. A little strangled giggle was all he got for a response. Agitated he flattens his ears. “Temperance, this is no time for immaturity! Now answer my question!” Sighing Temperance rolls her eyes sarcastically with a playful smile. “I’m sorry Junex, my brother, but I just can’t help but laugh because you have asked me that same question everytime we enter a new land.” Her smile softens as her velvety voice whispers off into the wind. “I sure hope I do.” She eyes him out of the corner of her eyes and a big devish grin appears on her gorgeous face. “And I hope you do to this time!” She laughs and crow hops away as he tosses he big ruly head and horn in her direction. The Elven maid mares also trying to contain their snickering quickly hush after Junex throws them a deadly look. Sighing like he’s watching a bunch of babies he huffs and turns his attention to all the other horses in the valley, as do Temperance an her mares…

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~Tarot~



Tarot was trotting through the forest when she suddenly picked up a strange new scent. Intrigued, she picked up her pace to a largo and headed in the direction that the scent was coming from. Breaking the tree-line in a moment and entering a valley, the sun shone down on her black body and slightly bluish mane. Her amber eyes sparkled like the gem that the color was named for. Upon seeing several horses in strange colors with what appeared to be horns coming out of their foreheads, the Paso Fino slowed to a walk and approached them slowly, realizing that they were Elven. Tarot knew that the Elven horses did not like "normal" horses and ponies, thinking of them as low and dirty. She was not sure how they would react to her, but hoped that they might take a liking to her unusual habits and skills.

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Junex: Smelling the mare, I turn and eye her. Not surprised she was a normal horse. Her smell had told me that much. Snorting softly I raise my head and put myself between my sister and the one who dare approach us. Tossing my big head I push her backwards using my elegant, but dangerous, horn. I wasnt using powers just sheer intimidation. Narrowing my eyes, which were hidden quite well under my heavy mane. "Who are you?" I question demandingly. My tail flicking back and forth non-chalantly the who time.

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~Nudge~

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