Is there anyone listening? (Jezebel)

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] Set at a gate a notch less than a full out run, the red bronze stag had the urge to venture out of his own lands for a bit. Needing a different surroundings for just a few moments, sure his pride was safe, knowing the might Phelsley could handle it. Drover smirked just imagening the mini-stallion puffing out his black and white chest stomping his hoof snorting acting king of the world. Rather amusing he knew his timid friend wasn't quite to that point yet in his courage, though in the back of the brumby's mind he'd hope to see that one day. Ahh, he needed other stallions to help protect the herd, he needed a strong Duke to take part in the safety of the herd. All of this questioning and over welming to the mind, the australian brumby was in search of guidness. Yes he was in search of the land they said was sacred within the lands of MUSTANG, a place he could find peace and give order to his jumbled thoughts. Perhaps figure out why sleep came to him rarely and far betwee, sick of endless nights of pacing his borders in search of something. Finally slowly his pace as he reached the luscious borders of Amaryssa Falls, nares flaring the cool fresh mist of the flooding waters filling his senses. Already soothing, harks laying back in submission to the over welming aura presence of the place. Something of this place was special and it sunk into Drover as he softly tredded on the sacred grounds. Breathing slow and deeply, trembling slightly as he bowed his boa, velvets inches from the cool waters that rushed vigorously at the top of the falls. "If any higher presence is here, please hear me out." A soft tone of humble praise, the austalian stallion stepped into the waters. The cool liquids licking at his sun heated pelt, vapors simered from the waters as hot met cold the farther he went. The current grew stronger as Drover pressed closer to the edge of the tumbling water, to have a view looking down upon the vast area. Awh struck by it's beauty, the rushing waters splashed right next to the bottom of his barrel now. A light breeze kicking up, tossling his red locks around his visage down to around his shoulders. Tail dowsed in the waters of the falls, raising his crown high looking to the white clouds that skittered the skies. "Am I doing anything right? Will my herd come to prosper? Will I have foals with my lines filling the valley for me to care for and watch prosper till I'm old and withered? Please the spirits of valient horses pass, please here my pleads, give me mercy grant me...." Trailing off almost feeling a pit settle at the bottom of his gut, his skull dropping low to the waters. "....something I can be at least have some pride in I am doing right." Drover was truly doubting himself and his ability to lead already. It'd been what he'd wanted for so long ever since before he came to MUSTANG. But was he expecting or asking to much to begin with? Was his youth getting the best of him? Not allowing him the patience needed for waiting for a herd to become strong in numbers and unity? A heavy sigh left the Amorous Valley's King's maw, curtains vailed over amber specticals, becoming silent. Standing for moments, minutes... perhaps even more than an hour in the rushing waters. Hoping, wishing, pleading for a reply. Wanting to hear a nicker on the breeze telling him the answer, weather it was what he wanted to hear or not. Just something. The four year old stallion stood for a rather long time, loosing track as well not keeping attention to his surroundings. Thougts and worries being washed slowly away by the falls. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby Character Log;; click! Tags;; Jezzy Muse;; Emotional muze?. Notes;; Sorry this is a bit deep for her to come in on and away from the lands. But just needed him in a new background. A bit more personal on Drover's end than I expected sorry. Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Jezzy]

[bg=a3afae][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] A beautiful grullo tobiano mare stood, hidden by shadows as she stared at the waterfall before her, it was gorgeous and had a spiritual feel about it, she had heard that anyone who was seeking guidance could come here and spirits from the past horses would show some type of sign. Right about then the mare was starting to doubt she would ever find a place she belonged, where she could sleep and not have to worry about something getting her while her dreams danced around her head. She was starting to think no one would ever take interest in her since she had been her she met very few but none gave her shelter. She was not looking for an actual place to get out of the rain and wind, no she was looking for a place she could like she belonged and dd not have to feel like the outcast, because she was not the prettiest mare or the most agile but she had a good heart did that not matter anyone? or was the ugly mares to be left for dead? it was all so wrong and messed up. She could not even begin to explain how lonely it was being alone and she wished she had stayed on the mountain where she met a mare and colt, along with a shy little horse. She snorted and kept watching the falls, she knew she could not stay on the mountain it was not where she belonged, it was to dangerous she would have most likely fallen if she had stayed there any longer. Approaching hoof beats brought the mare out of her state of self pity. She gazed toward the noise and saw a handsome sorrel stallion going toward the water, she thought about letting him know she was there but decided to stay silent as her said somethign she was to far away to here. She wondered what a stallion like him was doing here, he had to have a home right? maybe a herd of his own. Dark nares flared as she tried to pick up the stallions scent and got a nose full of a strong scent she did not know the place but from the smell she could tell he was from a herd. She stepped forward only to step back and turn her back on the stallion which was never smart to do but he did not know she was there or if he did he did not acknowledge her. I should go say something maybe he will want me in his herd She thought No what would a stallion like him want a mare like me around? Her thoughts continued throwing any bit of confidence she did have. She turned to look at the stallion but he was gone and she could hear noise in the water. The mare trotted to the waters edge in a rush thinking he might have fallen in, she let out a loud nicker then thought she was being silly no way did the stallion fall, only someone like her would fall into water they are standing by. As if to confirm her thoughts all four of her hooves slipped out from under her sending her sideways into the water. She let out a squeal in surprise right before the water went over her head, she lifted her head and struggled to get up but she lost her balance again and fell backwards into the deeper part of the water where she could no longer touch the ground. She kicked with her back legs until she broke through the surface then she swam as fast as she could manage through the tumbling water, flaring her nares to try to keep water from entering them. She finally hit land and jumped forward colliding with a hard figure, in a daze and still unstable from her panicked swim she fell over, luckily for her she fell toward the shallower water and looked at the stallion. "S-sorry, I-im sorry." she stammered, getting to her hooves again. "Talking" Thinking Featuring; Jezebel ll 3 years old ll 16hh ll Thoroughbred x paint ll Grullo tobiano ll Blue ll Tags;Drover OOC;I loved your post <3 and sorry she over reacts very easily well shes over dramatic sometimes, shes very bad with doubting her beauty

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] Suddenly the red stag's crown volted high into the air to the sound of a squeal in danger. A squeal? No a mare in danger as Drover's eyes were adverted to the female in parel tumbling into the water and being tossed around like a toy-doll. Plunging forward he nickered to her," Keep your head up!" The water was rising up to his chest making his footing harder to take in, but strong long stilts based against the strong current. Blocking the path from the mare and the edge of the falls for meeting, greatful as when she collided with him the force wasn't enough to push him off himself. Once she was safe to the shallower water he followed nudging her softly, "Best to get out before slippery rocks come after you again." Slightly joking figuring she had slipped on the rocks into the water. "Don't be sorry dear, Just get to safety." His australian accent encouraging her to get to safe dry land. Breath still heavy from the sudden exurtion of energy to help the tubiano mare from fully drownding. Shaking out his mane from access water, the locks still clung to his neck like a skin suit, though he had to admit after the long humid summer days. He was now cooled off to a pleasing temperature, glancing around encase there was any others around that were with the drenched mare. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby/Amorous Valley King Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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