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[rayvencullen.]

ASTHELA
Is this what you call life? your perfect insanity?

As long ago as it was I could remember it perfectly, I could remember the sunlight bearing down on me and the cool breeze running over my new pelt, the day I was born into the world as Asthela. I remember vividly the other horses gathered around me, first there was this stocky buckskin by the name of Joey and this albino mare by the name of Butterfly Effect. I stared at them for the longest of times, trying to figure out what exactly they were but a gentle lick on my back caused my to turn my small head towards the show of affection and was staring straight at a tall palomino mare by the name of Rattlesnake. A low call came from the albino, in which happily Rattlesnake replied back, her words ringing clearly in my mind, Easy, Butterfly. It's your new sister, Asthela. So her name was Butterfly? And she was my new big sister? A beautiful mare she was, talented fighter too.

But now I was all alone in Midnight Acres, basking in the winter sun while rolling around in the snow. I had not a care in the world, so what if I was easily spotted by predators? I was as black as the night and stuck out from the world like a sore-thumb, but I had not cared. I was a warrior like my old sister, she had trained me from the time I was one to the time I was three, taught me everything I knew about fighting others, fighting off predators, and of course fighting stallions. Even though we have not seen each other in a long time, her stench still wrecks through this place named Dekera Falls, and when I heard a twig snap I instantly shot up from the ground, whickering, Butterfly? Is that you?

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[eclipsemidir]

Rage
“Finally time to stretch my legs and run”

The suicidal Chaos’ hater galloped from Silent Woods to Dekera Falls. He sensed a new mare there. A Fresh female in the falls, unclaimed by the bastard Zarian. Rage kept running despite his injuries. Damn me for challenging Anntho. She’s Chaos’ Minion what was I to expect. That she was a weak female. He answered himself…
“Remember, you need a mare don’t screw it up!”
He continued to gallop full speed. I want this mare! He slid to a stop as he saw the new mare. She was a beauty to behold. Her mane was perfect, her tail was beautiful. She must be a goddess, he thought. He lowered his body to the ground in a bow.

“I am Rage and you are?”

[rayvencullen.]

ASTHELA
Is this what you call life? Your perfect insanity?

I missed her greatly, she was the only friend I had and possibly the only one I could trust these days. All the times I got into michevious trouble, persay almost falling into the herd's raging stream she was there to save me; the time I was walking through the forest and nearly got killed by a hungry pack of wolves, she was there. Like her father Blade, she was a mystery to find out in the wild terrain of the herdlands, always appearing like a ghost out of somewhere then disappearing when you lest expect it. But, that blizzard had driven us herd members apart and into different bands, usually led by the strongest colt if there was one with us, or the most suitable mare. I tagged along with my aunt Belinda and hoped for the day to come to us, the day we were all reunited.

And another twig snapped, and instantly I flew into a defensive stance, the stench of Butterfly Effect wafting all around me, was she here, in Midnight Acres? I let my onyx webs flick over my opticals wildly in some sort of warning, but when the beast stepped out I was suprised to see a brute in front of me. My harks flew backwards in suprise but I took a step towards him, my lips murmuring seductively, You aren't Butterfly Effect, but who in the wide world are you? My lyrics were soft and sweet, watching him with charcoal eyes of pain and amazement, was he here to claim me? Harks then flew forwards, eying him wonderously.

I am Rage and you are?

Asthela.

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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE


“Asthela.”
It was a beautiful name, for a beautiful mare. Rage walked slowly towards her. He rubbed his muzzle against hers and hummed a tune. He licked her nose as well. He circled around her several times trying to figure out why he was so attracted to her. His ears pricked back at the distant memory he had heard from Zarian. Could it be true what they were planning? Only time would tell. He nuzzled her again as he continued to circle her. He wouldn’t let anybody hurt her. He raised up on his two back legs and let out a high pitched neigh.