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Cuchichear
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Date Posted: 12:07:40 08/08/04 Sun
*Gray mare slowly and cautiously made her way down into the Valle. Each step she took was cautious, as if she was afraid of someone hearing her. Ears remained perked on her surroundings, remaining alert to every little thing. Nothing would surprise her, nope nu-uh. She was always alert, always aware. It was who she was. A paranoid freak. She danced forward looking around the territory. Didn’t seem all too lively, she liked that. She was a loner, and wasn’t good with big crowds. She finally slowed to a stop, throwing her head before rearing letting out a loud call, announcing her presence She was here, and would like to call this place home. At least until she got bored of here and moved on*
Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)
I'm frightened by what I see
But somehow I know that there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be blinded by tears
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)
Don't turn away
Don't try to hide
Don't close your eyes
Don't turn out the light
Don't turn away
Don't try to hide
Don't close your eyes
Don't turn out the light
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Name: Cuchichear
Nickname: Chear, Whisper
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Andalusian
Color: Gray
Markings: Long mane and tail. Dark eyes. Has a brand on her rump. A scar runs down her neck
Personality: Spunky personality. She is very wild at heart, and loves to play tricks on people. Terrified of humans, and their tamed animals. Distrustful of things. Overly cautious, almost always alert to her surroundings. She easily spooked, but once she learns to trust someone, it hard to make her turn against them. Though it takes a lot to gain her trust.
Past: She was born in Spain, and shipped over to America when she was only a few days old with her dam. She was raised in a nice farm. At the farm they worked hard to keep their horses happy and thanks to this she had a happy foal-hood. She started training at a young age, but she didn’t mind having taken a loving to working with her humans. When she was only about a year and half, the farm ran into financial problems. Despite not wanting to they sold her, since she was worth so much. The people who bought her were cruel. They worked her harder then before, and used cruel training techniques so she pick up the ‘special gaits’ and to do Spanish schooling. By age three she was already showing for them, and winning a great amount of prizes. She was the pride of the stable. But she was still treated horribly. Abused and not fed enough she ran away only at the age of 3 and half. She lived in a the wild, and a stallion took her into his herd. She lived happily in the wild for the past 2 years. But recently her stallion was captured, and another stallion took over the band, kicking her out. She wandered here.
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[> Subject: .::Music of the Heart::.
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Author:
Serenade
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Date Posted: 13:47:36 08/08/04 Sun
.::Cranium is risen from the lush green velvetry, auds picking up the cry of another. A whinny is emmited in responce as a slow pace is taken towards the unknown femm. She skidds to a stop, evaluating the newcommer. Dial is dipped in greeting::.
Welcome to our lands, i hope you will enjoy your stay here
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[> [> Subject: ~Memories of a story that was never born~
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Author:
Chear
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Date Posted: 16:51:50 08/08/04 Sun
*ears move silently towards the sound of the approaching strangers. Moving to pin back momentarily before once again they perked forward she kept her head held high through this. Depsite being spooyk she was a proud mare that would never let anyone drag her down… stubborn to a fault I guess you can say*
“good day… I’m Cuchichear but you can call me Chear… I would like to call this place a home… I thank you for your warm welcome”
Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)
I'm frightened by what I see
But somehow I know that there's much more to come
Immobilized by my fear
And soon to be blinded by tears
I can stop the pain if I will it all away
If I will it all away
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end
Don't turn away
(Don't give in to the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though they're screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the light
(Never sleep, never die)
Don't turn away
Don't try to hide
Don't close your eyes
Don't turn out the light
Don't turn away
Don't try to hide
Don't close your eyes
Don't turn out the light
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Servatis a periculum
Servatis a maleficum
Name: Cuchichear
Nickname: Chear, Whisper
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Andalusian
Color: Gray
Markings: Long mane and tail. Dark eyes. Has a brand on her rump. A scar runs down her neck
Personality: Spunky personality. She is very wild at heart, and loves to play tricks on people. Terrified of humans, and their tamed animals. Distrustful of things. Overly cautious, almost always alert to her surroundings. She easily spooked, but once she learns to trust someone, it hard to make her turn against them. Though it takes a lot to gain her trust.
Past: She was born in Spain, and shipped over to America when she was only a few days old with her dam. She was raised in a nice farm. At the farm they worked hard to keep their horses happy and thanks to this she had a happy foal-hood. She started training at a young age, but she didn’t mind having taken a loving to working with her humans. When she was only about a year and half, the farm ran into financial problems. Despite not wanting to they sold her, since she was worth so much. The people who bought her were cruel. They worked her harder then before, and used cruel training techniques so she pick up the ‘special gaits’ and to do Spanish schooling. By age three she was already showing for them, and winning a great amount of prizes. She was the pride of the stable. But she was still treated horribly. Abused and not fed enough she ran away only at the age of 3 and half. She lived in a the wild, and a stallion took her into his herd. She lived happily in the wild for the past 2 years. But recently her stallion was captured, and another stallion took over the band, kicking her out. She wandered here.
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Author:
Serenades Love Song
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Date Posted: 18:11:58 08/08/04 Sun
Its nice to meet you. Since you are new to these lands I can show you around, if you want to...
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[> Subject: ~White light fading~
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Author:
Vulcan
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Date Posted: 02:34:49 08/09/04 Mon
Walking across the grass toward the new mare and her palamino greeter is a horse who dwarfs both, a snowy stallion of such stature as to rival an elephant in height alone. His long tangled mane and tail flutter in the breeze, his forelock first hiding then revealing his palely opaline eyes. His walk is purposeful, the slow swings of his long feathered limbs sending ripples through his muscles. Wearily he lifts his head, watching the two horses, snorting softly and then gathering himself to nicker a cordial greeting as he draws to a halt.
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