Young Discoveries [ S I O N ]

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Emerald snorted softly, her velvety muzzle dug into the grass, munching on the dandelions she found here and there. Her tail swished back and forth in an agitated manor. Her dun coat and partially white-striped tail shone under the sunshine, only distorted now and again by the shifting of the clouds. While Emerald grazed peacefully---and, amazingly, in silence---her younger sister, Sapphira, pranced around the meadow, tail flagged high and her mane whipping out behind her in the light, refreshing breeze. Sure, Sapphira's build was not as lean and appealing as her dun-coated sister, Sapphira, deep down, was a much better horse. Much more enjoyable. But it would take more than a few passing glances to see that.
Sapphira stopped suddenly, smelling a stud's scent in the air. To Sapphira, the smell of a stallion was intoxicating, holding the possibility of romance, and a happily ever after (Sapphira had always been the fairytale type of mare). To Emerald, it only meant trouble, pain, heartache, and the stealing of one's virginity. Emerald, however, with her muzzle buried in the grass, munching on the bright deep green grass that was quite delictable, didn't smell the stud. Curious as to the stallion's whereabouts, Sapphira whinnied softly, "Who's there?"

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Jester's nose whinkled at the scent of a mare in heat. He snorted, feeling his tok unsheathing. But holding it back he shook his head and stroled over toward the smell. Jester snarled through the thickets, watching the two mares. He heard one mare call out to him. Sneering his lip in the beginning of a snarl. He pinned his ears back, his father was a forcer and he trained him to become one just like him. But Jester did not like being one of those stallions who force mares for the hell of it just to get preasurements out of themselves. Shaking his head, he took one step out of the shadows. His head held high, mucles rippling beneath his dark brown coat. Light chocolate eyes searched the one mare that was whtie with a black mane(Sapphira), very carefully. She was sooo beautiful! He thought. His head was filled with the image of her running through a meadow, 'till it was swirling away as a soft snarl came from one. Eyes burned in fury, looking over at the other mare, with a darker coat than the other(Emerald). Jester sneered, head flew close to the ground, tail lashed out behind him. he spat out his name. " I am Jester, son of Cargo and Herb. Who might you two be?" He asked with a questionable glare. He snaked his head up, letting a crackling neigh flow his maw. He snorted roughly, sharpened pointed black hooves pawed furiously at the ground, specks of dirt thre up around him.

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Sapphira looked up and stared at the new stud. He was muscular and tough-looking, with an attitude to match. Sapphira instinctively pinned her flagged tail, as his attitude made her wary of him right off the bat. His voice matched his appearance: daunting with a tad bit of mystery, which Sapphira found hard to resist being curious about. Her natural instincts were curious, and she took a cautious step forward, before saying in her normal, angelic and friendly, voice, “I’m Sapphira.”
Emerald looked up, her ears immediately pinned to her cranium, her tail pinned harshly, her nostrils flared and the whites of her eyes showing prominently. “Emerald,” Emerald managed to say through harshly clenched teeth, one hoof pawing at the ground, though she was doing it subconsciously. Sapphira cast a tentative glance at her sister before turning back to the stud who had addressed himself as ‘Jester.’

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Jester rolled his eyes. Trotting forward towards the two. Halting a few tail lengths away from them. He snarled in a low voice. " Lovely names." He said. His light chocolate brown eyes scanned the one so called 'Emerald'. She was quite a aggressive one, instead of the sweet other one next to her, who seemed to be 'Emeralds' sister; younger sister. Jester sneered as he glaced at Emerald, then looking over at Sapphira. He smiled lightly.

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Emerald backed away slightly, not even bothering to tell her sister she didn’t trust Jester. He was being quite shady, and Emerald was always cold towards studs. Especially ones who looked like he did: like he had the situation entirely in his hands.
Sapphira laid her ears back gently, but not in an angry way. It was more submissive than anything else. Swishing her tail to get rid of flies, Sapphira smiled nervously, “Thanks,” she nickered, stomping one of her hooves, getting rid of the flies. “What brings you around here…?” Sapphira asked, taking a wary step forward.

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Jester snorted, watching her take a step forward, he shook his head and stepped away from her. " Sorry, but I don't go to forward with mares. I like to get to know them.. I'm not a forcer if thats what you think I am." He said glancing over at Emerald, referring it to her. Jester nodded slowly, then answered Sapphiras question. " Just traveling. I don't stay in one place very long. I'm a desert kind of stud, love the hot sunny days. I was born their and can't stay windy places." He said with a shivering velvet voice.

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Emerald stared at him, “Forcer or not, I don’t like stallions. We’re the offspring of a forcer. Stallions are nothing but bastards that want to get their genes spread down even if a mare doesn’t wish to have her innocence taken away from her!” Emerald yelled at him, before turning and moving farther away from the pair. God, how stallions annoyed her. She’d never admit it, but she had fear for them, as well. She didn’t want to go through what her mother did. At least, not again.
Sapphira didn’t seem to notice or care the danger of a potentially dangerous stallion. She was too curious a young mare. Sapphira turned her back on the stallion, taking a few steps towards her sister. “Em, you don’t know if he’s all that bad. He just came here, anyways. Couldn’t you cut him some slack?” Sapphira glanced back at Jester. “Didn’t you hear him? He said he wasn’t a forcer, anyways.”

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Jester sighed, taking one step forward but stopped. Hanging his head low. " I'm sorry thats how you feel about us. But really there are plenty of stallions, that won't hurt a mare. If I was a forcer I would have been done mated with both of you.. But I havn't.. I'd never think of doing such a thing to a mare. I'm not like them, I'm different.. But if you wish not to get to know me then you don't have to." Jester said with a gentle handsome voice. He stepped back after his speach and just waited. Pawing at the ground below him lightly, his musicles moving beneath his brillant black coat.

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Emerald snorted and looked away. She didn’t to fall sway to this stud’s smooth-talking. Him saying if he’d been a forcer he already would’ve forced them made her shudder. She’d been forced once before, and it only brought back a hurricane of awful memories. Snorting, Emerald lowered herself to the ground, ignoring the two of them, nibbling on grass and dandelions here and there.
Sapphire sighed and turned back to the stud, “I’m sorry about her,” she commented, voice low. “She’s been forced before. She had a colt but he died soon afterwards. I don’t think she got it.” Sapphire sighed. “I feel bad for her. She was too young to have become a mother.” A sad look crossed Sapphire’s eyes. “But I’m willing to get to know you, if you’re willing to stay.” Sapphire said, looking up at him hopefully.

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Jester nodded, he understood where she was coming from. Having being forced was nothing to make fun of. Jester's father was a forcer and he grew up under his fathers influence. But after awhile, Jester had grown tired of the breeding and soon stopped. No more hurting mares who didn't need to be forced. Jester shook his head, and replied. " I understand completely." He said looking down at her, then over at Emerald. Jester sighed, with teh slightest chuckle. He smiled, " If you wish my dear." He said bowing like gentlemen that he was.

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Emerald vaguely listened to their conversation, but she was too annoyed and rendered completely useless by the memories of the dead colt lying by her feet…her nudging it and telling him to get up…the silence that followed. Emerald snorted. Bad memories. Very bad memories. Needed to forget them. But perhaps…perhaps a new and true love would fix those? No! No! What was she thinking!? She couldn’t risk getting forced again.

Sapphire giggled slightly, “You know, I think sis would really like you if she just forgot the past.” Sapphire shrugged and trotted around Jester, looking him over with keen interest. “So, where are you from, again? You look like you were once owned and worked quite hard. Lots of muscles. How do you get all that muscle in the wild? It’s amazing!” Sapphire stopped in front of him, reaching out and sniffing around his neck out of curiosity.

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Jester snorted, and shot his head up. Eyes flashing, he was remembering his past liek it was yesterday. Being forced into battle, having to drag 5000 pounds of metal with other horses up a hill, only a few horses surviving. Yes, he was once owned by a Jewish man, they had taken him into battle and he lost his rider in the war. The British taking him in, and forcing him into hard labor. Jester was teh only hrose to survive the war as guns were being fired, he raced through the battle field, jumping over electricfying fences. He had lost one of his best friends that day, and was soon to go home..

Jester was lost in thoughts, then he snapped out of it. " Yes well, if you want. I can tell you my history.. But that is if you are willing to listen..?" He asked. Ready for the tale, whom everyone injoyed.

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[ Is that from War Horse, more or less? xD I liked that movie. ]
Sapphire looked him over and nipped his shoulder gently, continuing to look him over. “It’s quite interesting…” she commented, then whickered to Emerald, “Come on, Em! He’s just going to share a story with us. It’ll be cool!” Sapphire whinnied but dropped it when Emerald looked over at her with a dreary and unrelenting look on her face. “Best not bother her now,” Sapphire commented quietly, only loud enough for Jester to hear. When she was finally done inspecting him, grooming him here and there, she nodded. “That’d be delightful. I’m interested in listening.” Sapphire smiled warmly.

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[ Lol pretty much... Haha, okay.. Lets see if I can do this.. Tomorrow, my mom wants me to go to bed.. So ill have his history up and ready for you tm!(: Night night ]

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[ lol 'kay. goodnight! ]

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[ No you know what, im not goin to bed! my mom can gtf before I go to bed!(: haha, well hmm.. Damn lemme think about all this hisotry stuff and ill get back to you on it...]

Jester sighed heavily. Going up beside a tree, he layed down. He took in a deep breath, ready to tell the story of his brutal but righteous past...

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[ I gotta go in 10 anyways ]

Sapphire walked over to him and laid down across from him. “Is it that bad? You look like you’ve seen a dead person or two.” Sapphire then corrected herself, “Err, horse, I mean. I’ve never actually seen a two-leg. Have you? Are they nice? Or interesting? Or are they cruel, like sis tells me they are?”

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Jester smiled, chuckling abit. " Some are.. Some arn't.." HE then took in a deep breath and let hsi story flow out his maw. HE got to the part where he was sent to war. " I racing through the cornfields, my rider on my back. I could hear the faint distress of horses and men being shot, and blown to the gorund. My rider had been shot off my back, as I jumped over a cannon. Trying to escape, but got caught again. Luck for me and my friend, we were together. Until we were sent off again, finding a girl who took care of us... She really nice. Then one day, he got taken away again by the British army. At that time the Jews and the British were in a war. So they needed all the horses they could get. I was sent to pull 5000 pounds of metal, amo and cannons up a hill. Some horses died, because we are not meant to pull heavy things. But I survived, I was the only one to survive that.. Then we were sent into war.. As cannons and guns were beign fired, after witnessing my friends death. I had ran into the battlefield. Bullets and cannons flying past me.. After the war was over, I had gotten stuck in fences that has spikes on them. Some-some men had came to help me. When I was freed, sent to the Jewish campground. Their General said to put me down, and when a gun was pointed at me. I heard a faint cry in the distance, yelling 'No! stop! Thats my horse!'.. The man had explained to them that I was his horse, letting me go. I had finally been with my owner.. But then taken away again to the wild... Now I'm here.." He said softly.. An hour had passed as he explained all his story.

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Emerald fell asleep during the story, her head curled up by her barrel, her tail still pinned against her rump, just in case. She vaguely heard him in her sleep, and her dreams were filled with the pain and hardships of war, yet she didn’t even stir in her sleep once.
Sapphire snorted and listened, with watery eyes. Once he finished, she snorted gently. “That sounds awful… I’m so sorry about that…” Sapphire frowned and wondered something, looking around them before meeting his gaze again, “Hey…” she commented quietly, after a few minutes of thinking, “Do you ever miss your rider?”

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Jester pricked his ears to hear her question. He nodded slowly. Shrugging alittle, " Sometimes, why?" Jester said, his ears twitching with curiousity.

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Sapphire snorted and pulled on his mane gently. “I was just curious. I’ve never seen a two-leg before, much less had time to interact with them.” Sapphire hopped to her feet, swishing her tail and shaking her mane. “So, now what would you like to do?” Sapphire pranced around a bit, jumping over logs and random things, feeling like she was filled with energy.

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Jester smiled, chuckling as Sapphire got up and prancing around like a love-struck yearling. He snorted, rolling his eyes. He nickered, pawing at the ground roughly. Then without hesitation he lifted himself off the ground. His front fore-legs striking with terror out at an unknown enemy. Then landing down with a BOOM! Jester neighed loudly. Semi-rearing one last time before leaping forward and darting off through the forest, dodging trees. HE soon reached the end, bursting intot he sunlight. Jester smiled, closing his eyes and breathing in the warm scent.

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Sapphire snorted and followed after him, ignoring Emerald’s sleeping position in the grass, and she burst out after him, snorting and shaking her head as she skidded into the sunlight, running right into his behind and being pushed back a foot or two. “Oops!” Sapphire flicked her tail nervously and walked over beside him, grooming his withers momentarily. “So, you… you are apparently more exuberant than I first thought you would be.” Sapphire moved forward, flicking her tail to get rid of flies but unknowingly (for the young mare hadn’t experienced this ever before) letting off a small whiff of her first heat scent. Lowering her muzzle into the ground, Sapphire began to munch on the sweet grasses.

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Jester smiled, then his scenes were clouded with the sweet raft of heat scent. Jester widened his eyes, snapping his head up and facing the other way. He held it in, then as the scent of was gone. He sighed out lowly, taking in a deep breath he shook his mane out of his eyes before bending down abit to reach her lvl. He smiled, nipping her should blades but that was all. He replied to her softly, his velvet voice ringing through the air, slicing the wind as it drew in his voice. " Yeah, well I usually keep all that exuberantness, built up inside me.. This is the first time in years, I have ever felt so alive.." He said simpily. Bringing himself up to his full height, holding his head high into the sky. He let the warm sun reflect, and the wind beating across his face. Blowing him mane and tail back, he began to relax.

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Sapphire looked up at him and nodded, not minding the tender-ish nip to her shoulder blade. Shaking her mane, she looked at him as he looked off into the distance. The breeze was blowing softly, ruffling her mane and tail, blowing the black hair away from her body gently, as her dun coat shone golden in the sun. Looking him over again, Sapphire snorted and walked over to him, grooming along his mane. “Hmm, first time I’ve actually been with another horse that isn’t my sister,” Sapphire commented. “Makes me feel pretty ‘alive,’ as you put it.”

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