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Roleplay?

He felt weak. The life steadily draining from him. He didn't feel the needle in his neck. Or the vet gently removing the implied piece of wood. Or the anxious voices of the yard staff. Many discussing which box he could go in without getting upset. They decided one of the larger stables, with padding across the door would do. And that was next to the fae.

When he came round, and managed to get up on his limbs. Feeling shaky and drugged he limped quietly into the stable. Standing with his cranium to the floor. His breathing laboured.

(2/2)

Spinning about the stable, the stallions whites showing in his terrified orbs. He kicked out, his cracked and split hooves hitting the padded wall of the stable. A shrill whinny escaped his vocals as he barged at the door. He heard the soft splintering of wood. He ran at the door again, this time a large spike of wood punctured his breast. Another barge and the door collapsed. Taking off, it was clear he was in a blind panic.

Pain coursing through his body as he slipped upon the ground, his hooves coming out from underneath him. His body came crashing down with an almighty thud near the fae's door. He struggled to get up. But soft hands touched his nape. A pitiful whicker escaped his maw. Blood pooling on the ground.

(1/2)

Rearing up and striking out the stallion frolicked. It had been many many months since he could prance and play upon the fresh grass. He had no idea why he was even here. But even so, he would make the most of it. He saw his rider disappear into a building, and slid to a halt. Watching, he decided now was a good time to explore his new home. Breaking into a trot, he approached the water feeder. Sniffing the surface he shrugged, then dropped his cranium to the surface and began to drink. Finishing up, he walked over towards the small bunch of old trees. His nape arching. Walking along the fence line he saw the other.

To him, she looked fed up and not wanting to come near him. But he stood by the fence, his cranium hanging over the fence. With a soft whisker he waited patiently. His facials soft and kind. Another whisker escaped his vocals. Snorting softly he nodded his cranium. A soft snort escaped his nostrils.

She grinned lightly, her nostrils flared. Her thin soft mane lifting lightly as a breeze passed by. Her dock flicked across her hocks and flanks. Snorting she heard a commotion, and turning to look over her shoulder, saw a large group of youngsters taking off up the field. The lead youngster had a lead rope trailing. She trotted over. Caught the attention of the lead horse. Told it off. And it walked meekly back to the humans.

"Are they always that naughty?!"

(2/2)

"My dumb owners put this grumpy gelding in with me, he tried kicking me so I decided to go for a run. And ended up here!"

Shiner chuckled. She couldn't understand why that gelding was such a grumpy one, but she didn't care. She was more than happy to go for a wander around the area. Everyone knew who she was, and knew who she belonged to so it didn't bother her owners where she went. She would always be bought back in one peice.

"What of you Nelly? What is your achievement? You're not an oldie like me are you?"

(1/2)

" Black Caviar is off line (: but Mercedes is up & rearing for some action! Ahahahahaha. "

"Thank you (: please have my love in return."

A shrill whinny escaped his vocals. The lorry cane to a halt, rearing up he struck out, smashing the wooden partition. Another rear and he snapped his lead rope. Kicking out he smashed the side of the box. The ramp opened and the jumans caught hold of him. He reared up again, striking out with his forelimbs. The humabs struggled. And just managed to get him in a stable. He tore around and around his box, ripping open partially healed wounds.

The stallion was a malnourished Arabian. His once beautiful ebony pelt, ruined with thick white scars, his auds torn, facials expressionless. His orbs dull, listless and sad. Why was he here? He hated humans with a passion.

" Owe - no one (: aha. "

Soon, they both came to a long straight drive, and with another dig from the spurs, the stallion leapt into a trot, showing off as he moved swiftly down the drive, past paddocks and arenas. Once in the stable yard, the rider dismounted and tied up his mount. The stallion surveyed the yard. None of his breeding here. Odd he thought, but never the less he stood still. He was untacked and placed in a field, horses on either side. One a mare. The other an old gelding. He snorted lightly as he took off down the field, his nape arched, dock held high. A squeal escaped his maw.

Foam flew from the ebony pelted stallions maw, the bit hanging lightly between his teeth. His limbs strode swiftly through the land as he moved effortlessly at a canter. His nape arched as he moved effortlessly through the wooded path. His rider risen from the saddle, urging him on into a canter. The trees were now a blur as he moved faster and faster down the path. At the end of the path, was a small road. The rider pulled up. Looking up and down the road. Turning right the rider pushed the stallion into a trot, his limbs flicking out, his iron clad hooves ringing out on the road.

(1/2)

Me? Gentleman?

HAHAHAHA. I don't open doors for ANYONE (; but sure !!

"Yes you did, I'm sorry I haven't repiled. Theres alot going on and I haven't had time to reply to anyone. Sorry its taking long."

Ok good point and evidence to support your answer. I was just asking lol

it's alright. i'll figure it out when the time comes. my brain is at low capacity thinking right now i hardly know a straight line from a curved one..

 it's up to you how you reply honestly. but the option is there for you to take. (:

yeah but my character conforms to others. she could be a lead pony even. that may suit her better.

Shiner swung her cranium to the side, catching sight of the other she smiled gently, her auds erect upon her poll. She nodded her cranium swiftly, her muzzle twitched as she watched the other. Another fine specimen of the wonderful thoroughbred horse.

"Why thank you. I do enjoy a good jump every now and then!"

Shiner chuckled, and walking closer, surveyed this Thoroughbred. Much like her in build, and almost in colour, but the one thing that set them apart was the height. Shiner rested a hind hoof, the edge balancing upon the hardened earth. With a gentle snort, Shiner listened to her speak.

"Pleasure to meet you Nelly"