Debut! (open)

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[atrb=cellpadding,2,true][bg=#838B8B][atrb=cellspacing,2,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=border,0,true] PreachingPlottingThe sight White hooves lazily stroked the ground as the pretty lean body dodged trees. Her red white and black coat stood out like a beacon as she strode quietly through the trees in search of the clearing. Her brown eyes wondered around her taking in the scenery. She was looking for some new horses to take back to her heard. She needed members to fill up her lands. This was her first family since her birth heard had been killed. A stiff breeze blew through her mane as she continued on her way. Pushing her broken hearted emotions down, she picked up the pace. The sky was a brilliant blue, spotted with white puffy clouds, the perfect day. It was hot, but the cool constant breeze kept her temperature regulated. As she realized she was nearing the clearing, she through her upper body back half way. Pushing all of her strength into her back legs she took off at a dead gallop. The last few trees flew by as she raced for the clearing. Suddenly she broke free of the branches she looked around excitedly. The grass was tall and thick she raised her tail and let out an enthralled whinny as she plunged into the open.

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Redbone Zippo

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The nine month old filly was hardly able to regard herself as a damsel in distress. Even as she wandered, parentless, she didn't seek any sort of fostering either. She was perfectly content by her lonesome. Redbone Zippo didn't fret over how fate had tampered with her and her mother, for her mom hadn't been entirely darling - and being by herself had taught her the 'classy' manners she needed. A rather hostile attitude that wasn't exactly.. dark, but still considerably repulsive. Tredding on four legs that carried her red, rippling pelt - her stub of a tail anxiously batted her swinging hips. Crescent shaped hooves left imprints on the sand she passed over, and the sun scorched her auburn jacket a slightly golden color. Red-brown tassels swinging from her growing crest, she arched her neck in the direction of a stirring being.

A mare - a paint-colored mare to be specific - stood all by her lonesome just a little far off, and Redbone wasn't in the slightest interested by her presence. Of course, any mare would become distressed by the sight of a poor little filly.

[Pyro]

[atrb=cellpadding,2,true][bg=#3A363B][atrb=cellspacing,2,true][atrb=width,370,true][atrb=border,0,true] PreachingPlottingThe sight The soft sound of hooves made her slid to a stop. Her brown eyes turned behind her and noticed a pretty chestnut foal. She stood defiantly looking at Parelia as if daring her to say something. She took the dare willingly; her warm voice carried easily to the filly “Hello there, my name is Parelia.”

[/color] She smiled warmly and moved a few paces closer, careful to keep her distance as to not scare her off. She wondered why this young horse was out her by herself. She turned her head slowly and scented the air searching for any sign of a mother, but no other equine scent reached her nose. Her mind wondered back to her days of wandering alone, this filly was roughly the same age as she had been when she was orphaned.[/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]