ALL of the ABOVE (Open)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,492,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/25s50t5.jpg] No one truly knew how messed up Aoide's life was. The poor lass had a lot on her plate for a three year old. No one seemed to care and she was capable of accepting that. She had no choice was the better answer. Someday she would find something better for herself. For now though she was stuck with the lousy attitude that wouldn't disappear. Oh how much she tried it always turned into failure. Why did she even try? She honestly did not know the answer to that question. Aoide was downright mad at the world and she had every right to be. Xena her mother had left her behind when she was only eleven months old. She had came back when she was two expecting forgiveness. Aoide was incapable of forgivng her for the pain she put her through. Pain that should have never happened if Xena had never left her behind. Now it was much to late to ask for forgiveness. Everyone knew what the answer would be. Aoide had gone away for a year trying to cheer herself up. Now she knew how impossible that was if she didn't have a reason to be happy. Since Aoide was a yearling she had stopped talking. She hadn't uttered a word in all of that time. Mostly because she thought it was a waste of her time. Some would think she was crazy for even thinking that. They would tell her that it was the best way for expressing yourself. Yes, She knew that but at moments like this she liked being difficult. Some would wonder how it was even possible not to talk. Aoide didn't really care for those type or anyone at all actually. They all judged her and didn't even give her a chance. Their stupidity never really got to her. If Aoide did talk she probably would come up with some smart-ass response. Aoide was quite beautiful despite all she has been through. A chestnut overo with light carmel brown eyes. She was a beauty but Aoide just didn't see it. No, if anything she had a hard time looking at herself. All she saw of herself was a young mare, whose face already seemed worn out. It didn't look quite right and she saw nothing good. Maybe that was a good thing? There was always a chance for her to cheer up. That wasn't likely to happen and she knew it. She was wandering around the place like a idiot. She had nothing good to do and she was bored. It wasn't like anyone wanted to talk to her when she wouldn't even talk back. Not that she cared anymore. Aoide// 3 yrs// Mare// Crossbreed// Chestnut overo// 15.3hh// Brown eyes//

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[bg=7ba5bb] A Dun stallions hooves dug into the earth as he trotted through the lands. Ignoring the others. Just going. Never stopping. White sweat lathered his sandy yellow coat making him glisten. His muscles rippled under his skin and his nostrils where flared. His breathing was coming heavy and he was getting tired. He was used to the long hours of trotting that he usually did but he had been trotting longer than usual. Something caught his blue and brown eyes and the stallion slowed to a stop and his flaring nostrils caught a scent. Her scent was distantly female and aluring to him. He turned in her direction and moved gracefully twords the scent at a brisker trot than before. He rounded a corner and saw a chestnut paint mare. His body moved to get closer to her body and his knickers ran up her back. "You lost hun? Or are you waitin on someone? Cause I'd just love to steal you away from that someone." He said in a fake southern accent. He couldn't claim her as he had no herd which was truely a shame. He would have to change that. His Icy blue and dark brown eyes scanned her chestnut and white body and noticed the caramel brown eyes. She was lovely. He wanted her. Speech Thoughts Featuring;; Eart ll Three yrs ll 15'3 ll Spanish mustang ll One blue one brown ll Dun w/stripes on legs and dorsal stripe, large blaze that covers one eye ll Tags;; AsHy!w. Aoide Muse;; Alright Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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