Posted by ridgecrest & Senna on February 22, 2009, 1:12 am
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name- ridgecrest
age- 4
breed- Arab
gender- mare
personal strength- she is, despite all her sorrow, a fighter, and she has an unbreakable spirit, even if it seems she's got nothing left to live for
personal weakness- she finds it extremely hard to trust, and after all that has happened, she feels she never will be able to trust another stallion, only Senna. Her size also makes her an easy target, she is only 14.2 hh
minor objective- to be able talk to a stallion, other than Senna
Super Objective- to fall in love
Kingdom Preference- any, but she must go with Senna
Intended Class- Scholar
Name- Senna
Age- 9
Breed- 1/2 paint x 1/2 appaloosa
Gender- stallion
Personal Strength- He is very patient and truthful, and most of the time easily forgives those who have wronged him
Personal Weakness- He is fiercely protective over broken mares like Ridgecrest, and can become quite violent when trying to protect them.
Minor Objective- To find a safe home for himself and Ridgecrest, with horses he trusts.
Super Objective- To be able to leave Ridgecrest in safe hands, and be able to believe that another stallion can keep her safe.
Kingdom Preference- Anywhere, with Ridgecrest.
Intended Class: Scholar
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Roetagg was not sure if she was ready for what life had thrown at her. She was not afraid for herself, but rather for her herd mates, for Phantom, for her unborn foal. She was afraid that she might fail, and in her failure, someone else may get injured. She could not bear the thought of bringing suffering upon one of the mares here, especially Zaina, Myridia or Mosca. But such worries would only hinder her now. She had to concentrate, and then nothing bad would happen. If she allowed herself to become distracted, she might fall, and then another would become placed in danger, due to her mistakes.
No.
There would be no mistakes, no failures and no injuries inflicted upon her friends. She would not fall.
Oh how she hoped.
She had been speaking with Phantom and Mosca, heard the sounds of battle, and headed off to see what she could do to help. Zaina was fighting an invading equine, and Roetagg had half a mind to go and help her. As she had drawn nearer a foriegn scent had teased her nose and tugged at her mind, until she was so curious and hostile that she had been drawn away, further and further from Zaina. Deep in her mind, and her heart, she hoped Zaina would be alright, for if anything happened to her, she would blame herself. The scent lead her between old mossy trees, past stumps and rocks, and deeper into the forest. As she walked along, quietly as she possibly could, her sharp eyes noticed a change in the light ahead, and she realised she was heading towards a clearing. The strange scent was very strong here, and Roetagg inwardly braced herself for the physical exertion that was sure to come. With relief, Roetagg managed to keep her fears at bay, and was, instead, examining the environment around her, remembering that fallen log, memorising the places in which there were rocks and protruding roots. When she was done, she faced forwards again, as sure of herself as she ever would be. She was ready now.
Before she neared the clearing, following the scent of the enemy, Roetagg drove into the woodland to her left, still taking every care to remain as quiet as possible, and turned towards the clearing again, coming at it from another angle, making her own way there. She slowed, taking deep breaths, her ears forward, her eyes alert. She crept forwards slowly, inch by inch, dipping her head to avoid disturbing a tree branch, lifting her hooves over mossy roots, taking care not to step upon dry twigs. She halted just before she reached the line of trees which gave way to the clearing. She peered out into the green light, spotting a battle-worn mare, pacing, waiting. She sure seemed charged up, eager almost. Even from this distance, Roe could see the scars upon her body. Roetagg guessed that she must have a love for the battle then, unlike herself. Roetagg had not ever fought before, not in a situation like this. She hung her head, put out by this disadvantage, but her spirits raised again after her eyes had come to rest upon her hooves. They were really big, and thinking about it, they were really heavy too. If she managed to kick this mare, she would cause quite a bit of damage. This gave her a bittersweet hope, and she had raised her head again, looking over her shoulder for a mere moment. Yes, everything about her seemed to be big and heavy. She would be slow, but she would deliver quite the kick, and her body, perhaps, might take the beating a little better than it would have, if she hadn't been what she was, who she was. She would be fine. Of course she would.
A sudden, startling noise made Roetagg jump, and she glanced about frantically, afraid that in her self-reassurance session, she had left herself unguarded. But there was no monster flying at her. No, the mare still was in the clearing. And she was laughing... Roetagg frowned, confused by the inappropriate reaction, and Roetagg knew that the mare had seen her. Or maybe she was just crazy. There had been no movement towards her, and Roetagg watched as the mare turned in a circle. She stared, watching how the mare moved, wondering if she had already wreaked havoc elsewhere. Secretly, guiltily, Roe had hoped that she had, and she furiously shut the thought away. Why was she standing here, wishing that the mare before her had been fighting another horse? Why was she being so selfish all of a sudden? There was that feeling again, that the mare had seen her, and yet Roetagg remained where she was, still watching, still waiting. For what, she didn't know.
Suddenly her cue was forced upon her, as the mare called her out to play. A chill held her a moment (how did she know her name?) before she leaped out into the clearing, answering the mare's question. "A game of chase, huh, Shorty?" Roetagg circled around her opposition in a wide circle, keeping her eyes on the scarred mare, never opening up her back. She might be inexperienced when it came to fighting, but Roetagg, as a filly, had done plently of bucking and rearing, kicking out at the air, prancing and dancing and dreaming. She would manage just fine, that's what she told herself.
The thing was, she had never before been in the presence of one like the mare she was with now. Her life had been a good one, free from major worries, free from ones with cold dark hearts. It seemed she would learn more than just how not to fight today...
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