The Mark is Left.... Now we must live with It....

[In Utter Darkness....]

Name: Domia abr Wyrda
Age: 5
Gender: fae
Hight: 15.2
Breed: Thoroughbred x Arabian
Looks: Solid white, slender built, gorgeous, not like most whites who are stained dirty... she is snow colored, and always is, no matter what she rols in.
Path Holy
Personalty: She is an angel, with an attitude, in simplest words.
History: She was God's gift to her parents... and that's that.
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Name: Toxxic Reaction
Age: 4
Gender: fae
Hight: 16.4
Breed: Unknown, though has Thoroughbred & Freisian blood
Looks: Solid black, white blaze, 3 white socks, slender but stocky....
Path Torn in Two
Personalty: A temptress, though kind and sweet to her lover.
History: Dark
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Name: Darkened Temptress
Age: 2
Gender: fae
Hight: 15.6
Breed: Unknown
Looks: Solid black, with a white star, and a crimson red ring over her left forehoof. slender, built for speed, but powerful, made for fighting...
Path Hell
Personalty: A temptress sent by the devil to take in more recruits.
History: Dark, and pleasurefilled
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Name: Du Sundavar Freohr
Age: 5
Gender: Stag
Hight: 16.5
Breed: Thoroughbred x Mustang cross
Looks: Chestnut, with white star,
Path Holy
Personalty: Caring, though will fight to the death for something he loves.
History: Mother escaped from a fire, and ran wild with his father, and then died from a cougar when he was only 4 months. Made it through the toughest.
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Name: Du Edocs'l Tornac
Age: 4
Gender: Stag
Hight: 16.2
Breed: Unknown. though does have mustang
Looks: Large grey bode, built for power, with speed mixed in.
Path Torn in Two
Personalty: A pretty mellow and cool kind of guy, most likely to sit on the fence then get mixed up in one side or another.
History: Neutral... always neutral, never good nor bad.
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Name: Helgrind
Age: 5
Gender: Stag
Hight: 17.2
Breed: Mustang x Freisian x unknown draft breed
Looks: Built for power, and man does he have it.
Path Hell
Personalty: Not someone you want to mess with. Short tempered and built to fight.... to the death.
History: Deadly
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[In Utter Darkness....]

Instead of me writing 6 diffferent ones... can i write just 1??? cuz i write them all the same...

As we headed towards the land that was now my home, the sun began to rise, casting orange and red rays through the sky, and slowly it chased away the darkness. As we traveled on the orb rose higher in the mid-day sky, burning bright and hot.

A thin layer of sweat layered over the black pelt I wore, running into my fresh flesh wound and burning it. It stung so bad that I began to limp, wich made me so glad that I was behind the new stag as we trotted along. I shook my head and straightened myself out, walking without a henderance. I trotted up to his left side, staying back far enough to show I was not threatening his dominance, but far enough that I wasn't a puppy. I watched him sway over the ground with assurence and familarity. I figured we were close.

The sun rose and sunk again, and it was late when he finally said we where here. I looked over the land that was his, and thought that his lead mare must be very proud. Well, not for long, I thought. I trotted up next to him as he stopped on a mountain top, and looked at the dense forest that most likely consealed the dangers of the mare. I couldn't hold it in long enough, and it just slipped out very rudely,

"Who is she?"

I felt like a cheated lover, torn in two. Wanting to love him, yet tear her apart. I couldn't help it, I was protective. I knew she was lead, but it felt like I had been casted aside. I just stood, gazing at him with deep concerned crimson orbs.

[Clear*Skies]

Hmmm, Accepted If You Can Play Them All