Racing The Wind.. [PAFP, Guy needed] ...Chasing The Eagle

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    This RP is about two horses, a mare and a stallion, who meet in the forest and fall in love. My Character is Hope, but feel ree to Jump In!


    Hope trotted through the forest, her white and grey dappled coat refelcting the shadows caused by the leaves. She stopped suddenyl, aware of movement in a bush nearby.

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    A long-legged powerful stallion galloped across the rolling hills. His fur was a perfect blue roan shade, and he had eyes of a dark steely blue. He was a kaimanawaXkiger mustang by the name of Rainstorm.


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    Hope snorted and continued walking. Her white mane flowing in the evening breeze and turning a soft orange. She looked up at the branches, watching several leaves float down to the grassy forest floor. A few pinkish flowers clung desperately to the tree branches, which rattled slightly in the wind, as if trying to free themselves from the flowers' grip.

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    Rainstorm slid to a halt as he entered the forest. He let out a high-pitched call that both alerted any mares to his presence and challenged any stallions. The magnificent tall horse could scent a mare in season - Hope, though he did not know that.


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    Hope heard the call of a stallion. She looked around wildly, looking for the scource. She let out a lower-pitched call in return. She trotted forward, towards where she though the first call had come from. She looked around, she could scent a stallion somewhere ahead. Hope knew she was in season, and Stallions would want to take advantage of this. But not all stallions were like that, she knew.

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    Rainstorm called out again, hearing the mare's call. He heard her soft hoofbeats - she wasn't far away. He set off again at a light canter, his hooves drumming on the forest earth.


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    Hope turned slightly, heading to where the second call had come from. She quickend her pace and let out a higher-pitched call than before. She felt energy flow through her body as she galloped through the trees, towards the stallion who seemed to be summoning her, although she did not fight the will to run towards him.

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    Rainstorm saw the mare, and he slid to a halt. He trotted in a small circle around her, inspecting her and nickering softly.


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    IC: Hope stopped and watched the stallion. He was a stronge-looking blue roan with deep blue eyes. His long legs made him seem overpowering and threatening, although Hope had a strange feeling that he didn't want to harm her.


    OOC: Can you please start the speach? I kinda suck at starting conversations in horse RPs xD

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    The powerful wild stallion aimed a playful nip at Hope's flank, darting away before she could kick him. He nickered and tossed his head, indicating that he meant her no harm. "Hello?" He asked softly.


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    Hope turned slowly to look at the handsome stallion, her white and light grey dappled coat shining in the small patches of sunshine that managed to get through the canopy of leaves. "Hello." she replied quietly, watching him carefully.

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    Rainstorm pawed at the ground, eager to run. "Who are you?"


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    "I am Hope, daughter of Cari." she nickered proudly, stating her fathers name clearly to the stallion. She shook her mane, letting it swish in the cool breeze that brought the slightest scent of rain. She looked quickly up at the sky through the think layers of leaves to see dark clouds gathering on the furthest horizen. She turned back to the stallion, "Who are you?" she asked, she wanted to be on even levels with this stallion, just incase she met others who knew him.

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    Rainstorm showed no sign of recognition at her name, but stiffened as Cari rang in his ears. "I'm Rainstorm." He murmured. "I think my father was Flash, and I know my mother was Eilonwy."


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