Posts by preemie

With the egg beside him, Prometheus lifted his foot, curling his toes as he adsorbed the warmth. His neck slid down and he softly sniffed it again.

((forms will be up soon))

Name:Isolde
Name Meaning(If any):alone
Age:8
Rank:Warrior of high rank
Gender:male
Looks:

Personality: Very reserved, withdrawn. Logical, always thinking things through. Treats slaves with respect and distance, like he does with most everyone else. Hates ignorance. Has a soft spot for foals of any species.
History(Optional): Arrived when he was three, very beaten and battered, on the verge of death. He says nothing of how that happened.
Crush/Mate:open, but good luck
Other: not an arabian

Name:Dusted Gold
Name Meaning(If any):
Age:14 months
Rank:slave foal
Gender:male-i know you said one of each gender, but since he's a foal with no real plans for love...?
Looks:

Personality: very shy and skittish, avoiding others. But is smart and bad at backing down.
History: His mother only ever called him Dusted, to keep attention away from giving him a name with the word 'gold' in it.
Crush/Mate:too young...
Other: Jamila's colt
i heart horses

ooc- changed his picture(ignore the writing at the bottom) and invited a friend to join :)

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ooc- No problem, and thanks for accepting me. If I made Dusted Gold a yearling and changed his history a bit, could he be Jamila's colt?

Dominic jumped when he heard the door pound, cursing under his breath. "Coming!" He jogged to the door, tossing it open with a smile. "Chill man."

that's fine

Symthe remained tucked within the bushes as Cervous spoke. He was fearful of whatever punishment may come his way. Stiller than a statue, he waited as the roar of the round paw grew louder.
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Astral pawed the ground. "Whoever they are, we should leave. Let them run or stay if they please, roundpaws only bring bad news. We need to move, now!"

Dominic stepped back, letting Richie come in and closing the door behind him. The house was old, built it '68, but Dominic liked older houses anyways. The interior was nice, if in need of a bit of cleaning. "Nothing interesting. Oh, thanks."

((i could make the heir * impatience killing me!* ))

Name: Mehdi
Name Meaning: The Guided One
Age: 1 months
Rank: Pharaoh's Star
Gender:male
Looks:(when grown up)

Personality: Out going and level headed, already being trimmed into a future leader. He likes to stick to his father's side as much as possible.
History: unsure...
Crush/Mate:to young
Other:

Isolde stood a little ways off, feeling sick as the foal slaughter began. He pawed the ground, tossing up his head. His black fur was impractical for the desert, but none the less, he was a strong warrior, never faltering in his duty. He flicked his tail, walking away. Until now he had never questioned the Royalty, who kindly took him in 5 years ago. But this...
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Dusted Gold snorted fearfully as he faintly heard the order ring out. He was more frightened by what may happen to his mother, she was a mare who would fight for the foal, he had no doubt. At the other horses' scream he reared, a small pop onto his hind legs. He listened to the blessing, despite everything a little jealousy pricking his hide. While never expressing it, he always felt somewhat pushed aside by his mother. "Yes mother." He said, bolting forward a few steps, stopping and looking back. His nervousness had him moving like that, quick bursts of speed and sudden stops while he waited for his sister to catch up.
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Mehdi had been told to remain in the village, but being a young bold colt, he had to sneak after the herd. He hid in a small clump of reeds along the river, watching. His fur blended well with the dried vegetation, keeping him out of site. His ears laid back at the command , and shook his head. If his father said it, there must be a good reason...And this was one of the first steps to the hardening of his heart.

Mehdi couldn't help but be fearful with all the noise. He snorted softly, backing further into the reeds. His young mind was working hard. The only reason he could think of- the foals had done something bad. He was already used to discipline, and that was the only thing he could connect this to. The colt shivered; he hoped he never did what ever those foals had done.
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Isode headed to the village, his scar riddled body slouching a little. Why, Ramses? Why? rang in his head over and over.
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Dusted stood a little ways off as his mother sang, body trembling with vairous emotions. Fear, worry, concern, jealousy, anger... He watched as the young foal began to float away, trotting up to his mother as she dipped her head. "Mother, what will become of her?"

Dusted closed his eyes as their noses touched, pushing forward to snuggle into her chest. "Its fine." He said. She seemed upset enough, he didn't want to push now. He jumped when he heard Amun, moving to hide behind his mother a little.
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Isolde shook his head and left the village, cantering along the river. It was a truly beautiful place, and calmed him deeply.
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Mehdi waited in the reeds until the slaughter ended, then bolted, trying to find his mother. He was lost, and couldn't. He threw up his head, crying out fearfully for her.

Mehdi's eyes began to flow with tears when he thought no one was coming. He laid down, shaking. Where was his mother? His father? Anyone? He jumped when his father appeared and touched him, standing on his long legs.
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Dusted surprised himself by returning the glare with a cold one of his own. One thought ran out in his mind. Murder. He sighed, swishing his tail as he walked forward.

Dusted trotted off to get the baskets for carrying of water. He paused, looking over the fields near the slave house. Mares, grieving. Foals, barely younger than himself, dead, murdered. He shook with rage, continuing on.
((maybe he could become Cleopatra's servant?))
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Mehdi followed him, staying close to his side. He was silent for a moment before speaking. "What did they do?" he asked.
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Isolde returned and walked up to Amun, ears flicking away flies. "None have tried for revenge yet?" He asked, checking that all was well.

Isolde ground his teeth for a moment before speaking. "Because foals are such a danger." He snapped his mouth shut. He never lost his cool enough to speak poorly of his leader. Never before had he lashed out like that. One of the reason he had grown up the ranks was his level head.
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Mehdi dipped his head when his question wasn't answered, but his attention quickly went to the foal ahead of him. He walked forward to her, sticking out his nose to sniff. He ignored the conversation.

One of the guards arrived and told Dusted of his new job. Palace work was generally better than what he did now. He nodded, running off to his mother. "I am no longer to work bearing water, but under the queen."
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Isolde huffed. "Yeah, I guess."
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Mehdi sniffed her for a moment longer before moving up to his mother, going to nurse. He wasn't sure what was going on with this new foal, but he was sure she would be taken to ehr mother soon enough.

Dusted smiled, tail flicking happily. "I wish you could come to."
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Mehdi grunted softly in disappointment when his mother walked off with the foal instead of letting him nurse. "Sister?" He questioned as he followed her. He looked up at his father before looking back at her.