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Current Season: Winter

Gender: Stallion

Age: 8 year old (old man! :p)

Name: Darth Vader

Breed (optional): Mustang

Looks (scars, wounds, etc): He has red hues, old burn wounds (no hair has grown back just skin) on his front knees, one large one that starts on the side of his rump and swirls down his left hind leg, and a few old scars on his neck that never went away.

Height: 16hh

Personality: He is a mystery, skeletons in his closet perphaps, can be very cold and cruel hearted, but deep down is a softy. He is stubborn, always thinks he is right and can be pushy and stand off ish. Though, there has to be a romanic soul learking in him somewhere... there is good in him, I know it, he can't be all bad... can he?

Likes (optional): n/a

Dislikes (optional): n/a

Herd Life or Loner: Loner.

Backstory (optional): Vader was always a curious colt, born wild and free like his father, and his father before him. He was from a very well known wild band of horses that roamed and ruled the mountain range for years. His father was as evil as they came, his mother an angel that never seen the bad in anyone. His father was the king of the band, everyone obeyed his father, he controlled any equine on the south side of the mountains. Vader grew up watching his father, he was nothing more an an evil progey in the making... his father taught him everything he needed to know. How to be strong, how to fight and never back down, how to control any mare he wanted, he was even forced to watch his father aggressivly mate to the mares of the herd, but what Vader noticed the most was how his mother was treated. It was like she served his father on his every demanding wish.

Though, his father would never let anyone harm his mate.. he did all the punishing himself. His mother would always try to comfort and heal the broken and scared mares of the herd, which only got her in more trouble. Vader never understood why his mom stayed with his sire, she would always preach on how to be kind and loving, telling him how to treat a mare with respect. Though, she never liked how her mate treated the other mares, she knew when to be silent towards his father. Vader was the only foal, both his sire and his dam had, Vader was the only colt allowed to survive in the herd, any other colts his father sired were brutally killed. To his sire, mares were nothing but, trophies and fun.

After his parents passing, he took over his fathers herd and lots of things changed. Most the mares were scared Vader would be another spitting image of his father, they cowarded over his every move, but in time Vader changed how they seen him. He was always loving towards all the mares, gave them freedom to mate to other stallions which as long as they respected him, he allowed them to join his herd, foals were soon nickering with joy come the following spring. Everyone repected Vader and was greatful for his protection, though a few mares tried to swoon him, none ever suceeded. He was afraid of love, figured he'd never become his father if he stayed true to himself and alone. That was until one day.....he met her, and everything changed.......... *find out the rest in RP*

Extra (add whatever you'd like): n/a

Full Name: Dancing Raven

Nickname: Raven

Gender: Mare

Current Age: almost 6

Breed: Warmblood

Height: 16hh

Appearence:

Personally: Shy and Mysterious, Raven isn't very open about where she came from, mainly because she doesn't really remember that much. Her mom told her stories of her past life with the humans, but Raven was basically raised wild. Her mother made sure of it. She tries not to dwell in the past. Shes very sweet and laid back but very strong and smart. Incredibly fast and light on her feet despite her size.

Backstory: Ravens backstory is a bit of a tragic one. She was born to a beautiful retired racing brood mare in the humans world. Her owner was a cruel man, who often abused his horses and raced them even when they weren't sound. Many of the broodmares, like her mother were malnourished and force bred by aggressive stallions whenever they went into estrus, often times bred on their postpartum estrus. He didn't care about the horses, to them they were just money makers. If they stopped making money in any way they got sent to the range to fend for themselves. If they couldn't survive and become wild horses they ended up dying. This is what happened to her mother. She became to old to breed and after Raven was foaled, she never went back into estrus. When he realized she was never going to make him money. He debated keeping her long enough to pull Raven from her and then dump her, however Raven was born with health issues. The vets told him she would never be able to become a broodmare like her mother because she was infertile. So a week after Raven was born, both Raven and her mother were dumped. They struggled after that but somehow, they made it through Ravens first birthday. That wouldn't be the end of the story though. She was two when her mother died, she had become sick and never recovered. Raven was left to fend for herself after that....until he came along. Will she find love and happiness and start a new chapter in her life?

Likes and dislikes: n/a

Herd life or loner: Currently Loner, but does long for other horses to be around since her mother died.

Extras: n/a

The old stallion was soundly alseep on a rocky platform in the mountains. His body laying softly on the beautiful crystals of the sky called snow. A cool breeze whisking against his coat that was becoming more thick every day. Vader's large frame rested on his knees, nostrils flaring deeply as his breathe made smoke clouds in the air above him. Snow was piling up on the studs back and top of his poll, only bits of his black coat could be seen poking out. Everything around him, was quiet. It had been a harsh winter this year, not much food for any of the creatures. Letting out a loud grunt as his audits swivled, the stallion distrubed the snowy build up around him making dents in the ground as he stretched his hind legs, still in his slumber.

Raven wandered through the thick snowy woods as she made her way through a small ridge in the mountains. Her breathing was heavy as she treaded through the snow. Being careful to avoid the slippery rocks that had already started to ice over in some places. She stopped briefly looking around ears perked. There was a slight shifting noise that had her stopped in her tracks, frozen. She looked around nervously, cautious of predators like mountain lions and bears that called these parts home. After a while of not seeing anything she kept moving heading towards her favorite patch of berry bushes. With any hope she might find some berries still and be able to have a snack before going back to her sleeping spot.

Short repetative thudding sounds started to echo from the grounds which the stud was sleeping apon. Even though, there was snow, sounds of footsteps could be heard along the mountain path. Each sound began to make the stud's audits switch, furrowing his brows with each thud as he felt himself started to wake. Baring his teeth together in an attempt to ignore the sounds, when the scent of another caught his attention in the wind. Nostrils flared big, as his dark red hues quickly popped open in alert. Glared around as he slowly lifted his frame with a grunt, audits pinned as the snow fell from his poll, giving his head a shake. He let out a yawn stretching out his lower jaw, as a slight movement in the corner of his hues caught his attention. Quickly, the stallion jumped to his hooves, snow still collected on his back as a few flakes drifted off him, he turned in the direction of the source... seeing a painted mare making her way through the thick snow. "Hmm" he grunted to himself, audits pinned as he narrowed his eyes quietly watching her from a distance from the mountain top.

Raven shook out her mane slightly trying to shake out some of the flakes of sky crystals that landed on her while she continued on down the path. Once she reached the bushes she slowed down and walked lazily over to a bush and bent her head. She sniffed at them, checking to make sure they were the right ones and not poisonous. When she found a good bush she lipped at a few of the berries and munched quietly. Her piercing blue orbs scanning the area around her. She was so cautious being alone. It was tough for a horse who was without a heard, but even more so for a mare. She had lived in these areas for years now and alone, but it wasn't without close calls. She had runs with other horses and animals, even seen humans at times. She tried her best to stay elusive and out of others way. She didn't want trouble, even though she oftentimes found it. She had a few scars from encounters with stallions and bands who often chased her away. No one wanted her because she was different. She wasn't a wild mustang, she was an abandoned horse from the human world who grew up wild.

He watched her as she near closer to the cliff's side which he was perched upon, the mare had made her way over to a few bushes along the tree line, watching her he could tell she was jumpy, either way he was not in the mood for company and she had clearly woken him from his slumber. Rolling his shoulders, he cleared his throat "I believe you are tresspassing mare" his voice echoed deep and raspy as he peered down at her like a lerking creep. Audits pinning more flat as he stood tall, his thick plumage swayed behind him as he clearly had a moody expression on his frame. Did he own these lands? Not really... but he didn't care, she was in his personal bubble and that he took that notion offensively.

Raven jumped slightly at the sudden booming voice behind her and looked up in the direction it came. She had been completely unaware she wasn't alone until now. She looked back her ears flattened slightly and she lowered her head nervous. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't know..." Her voice was soft but clear. She looked at him and looked around checking her surroundings and shifting slightly on her hooves. She looked back at the bushes and then to the stallion and let out a sigh. "It wont happen again.." She said as she turned to leave. She had spent most of the day looking for those berries, only for it to be in someone elses territory. They were scarce this time of year. She knew she might not find anything else for days but it didn't matter. She refused to fight over anything unless she had no choice. She didn't want trouble, especially not when it was by a stallion. She knew they could be dangerous. Some stallions could easily overtake her if they wanted a fight.

Audits slightly perked when the mare jumped yet he stayed still like a statue, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he looked in the other direction, her soft spoken voice tickled his ears. Feeling eyes upon him as his pelt softly flinched he glared towards her, only to meet the gaze of her blue hues. Caught off gaurd, his glare softened some as he quickly scanned her frame, it was like a glint of sparkle lit inside his red hues, for a moment he found himself stuck swimming in her orbs. Though, the spark in his hues quickly faded, he grunted with a loud snort "What brings you to the south side of the mountain, no one comes here" he asked bluntly, as he slowly began to walk down the snow covered rocky path leading down the mountain to where the mare was. Snow fell off him with each step he took, by the time he reached the bottom you could swear snow still clung to his pelt, but yet his body was permentaly kissed with white speckles. He's been stowing away in these parts of the mountain for months, she was the first equine he had seen since the begining of winter. Breathing softly, the stud was soon standing a few feet from the mare, clouds of his hot breathe circling his muzzle. Something about her was different though he wasn't sure what is was, as he could smell the old faint stinch of other equines fuming from her pelt. His audits pinned in digust, though an audit perked forward seeing her scars.