The Gate was Wide Open

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**The moment he had been waiting for. The gate was left open. Out into the unknown freedom. Where he had seen the humans take control of their species. His muscles twitched vigerously under him. He looked backed at his fellow peers grazing on the perfectly trimmed grass in the back of the pasture. He wanted to share his new discovery and bring them with him to explore this place outside of the wooden fences, but he knew that they would convince him to stay. Being commanded by humans to be shown what to do, how to do it, and the punishments if one was to do something bad. For he has seen the most crucial punishment of them all. They took their species into this huge store house of a thing, but they never came out. The only thing that has ever come out of there were trucks. Shaking his cranium into a fluid motion to his whole body he tried to give away that idea. He looked towards back the open gate swaying in the light wind. This was a once in a life time chance. And he would take it.
**Quietly sneeking away from the walls that have kept him enclosed. He stopped and looked back at the farm. No one had noticed he was gone. Good. He turned his head back facing for what was his new life and beginning. Nostirls flared and every muscle tensed under his copper colored coat. Ready to spring. As so he did. He sprang into a full out gallop. He felt the vibrations of the earth below him. Feeling every blade off overgrown grass. The sensation released all of the anger inside of him which of he had have ever since of his birth. The wind brushing up against his bodice felt as if it were a drug. He presuded for more. Digging his dark branches into the ground and pushed with every ounce of power he had.
***After hours of ceaseless running. His body was screaming for him to stop and rest, but his mind urged him to keep going. Though his body did with the internal fight. He slowed down to a relaxed trot and came to a halt ontop of one of the rolling hills. The sun showed only half itself to the world. Setting faster and faster. The sweat glistened off of his bodice showing every muscle that layed tired under his skin. Watje looked up into the heaven of above and gazed at every changing colors in the sky. It was so miraculous how beautiful this place was. Freedom was the best descision he has ever made into his life. Though he would miss the daily grain and treats given to him. Plus the coat given to him every cold season to keep him warm. It doesnt matter though. He was free and nothing can make him go back.

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ooc;; if you were waiting for someone, just lemme know. i am just looking for another reason to putting off important homework. yay! lol and excuse the typos x]

---> the day was lovely. the sun was shining. the birds singing. the insects chirping. the green grass danced in the breeze created by a kind mother nature. all in all, it was turning out to be quite the pleasant day. but, something was off. while creation seemed to be at ease, happy almost, there was one creature who was not. a loud overo equine could be seen jogging through the landscape, paying no mind to its beauty. she could not stop. she could never stop. she knew if she stayed in one place too long, made too much of a commotion, or allowed her name to grow in popularity, all hell would break loose. her family would come after her. to either kill or torture her, and make her watch as they killed any of her acquaintances. who wants that? and so she runs. she may stop, but never for too long. she would rest, but would always keep her voice down. at least, for a few more years. give them more time to forget about her.

the dun frame mare slowed her pace as she came to a stream. long, richly-muscles serpentine stretched to the water to rehydrate herself. in this pause, one could fully appreciate her breeding. silhouette was in prime physical condition - it seemed ready for anything. mane and tail were full, but not very long. eyes were of different colors; left one hazel and the right a sky blue. coat may have been shiny, 'cept due to sweat was slightly matted. and of one looked close enough, the hairs rested over scars. plentiful scars all over frame - several had been pretty nasty. needless to say, it could simply be observed that this female had had a rough history.

several minutes of quenching thirst later, crown was raised to the horizon. this mare was always sure of her surroundings - truth be told it was part of her to know. to know where one may approach. to know where one may be hiding. things of that nature. after her surveying, dial was lowered to munch on the lush foliage. the xanthipphe was grazing for quite some time when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a horse appear on a distant hill. brief seconds she sat there staring, absorbing anything to be known about the foreigner. but it was too far and the wind wasn't right. snorting, the paint once again lowered cranium to eat. she was well aware that she stood out like a sore thumb with her coloring - if the stranger wished to approach, it may. if she wasn't in the mood for company, she would have already left.

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*Thought the sun gone. The sky still kept its ever darkening colors as if it still wanted to carry on the day of Watje's success. He got to thinking. In a few hours it would be his first night in the wild. Unfortunanltey this was his weakness. Not only would he ever hear something approaching, but the night blinded him. His keen sensitivity and any type of aroma were the only things that enlisted what was around him. These sences were not too bad though. He could detect every movement of all living things around. Unfamiliar with the wild was differnt. He did not know of what he should listen for and what not to listen for. Something felt off now. As if there was another species like him. He saved the evening thoughts for later and studied the area for this off feeling.

**Not after only a second he spotted this off feeling. It was another kind of his species. He raised his crown high in the air. Took in the scent that this equine was giving off. It was a fae. Her sweet scent made his muscles tense and blood run faster through his veins. Curse this season for he did not want to feel this urge. He kept reviewing in his head that looks can be desciving, but this was the first sight of an untamed mare. And though a glorious one. He had never seen such distinct coloring on an equine before. She lowerd her head to eat the overgrown grass below. Watje took a few steps closer to get a good look at her. Looking closer he spotted deep scars scatterd all over bodice. A guilt feeling arose inside of him. She must have had a poor childhood. Thinking now back that he didn't have it so bad compared to her. He wanted to get to know the fae.

***Curling his neck to where his muzzle almost touched his chest he jumped to a floting trot. Showing off was bred into his breed. It was purly nature. His hoofs glided ontop of the bladed grass. His silky locks waved in the wind. Sweat still present on his bodice gleamed in the leftover light form above. The deep brown eyes of his shot straight towards the mare. He halted his trot a few feet from the mare to give her space. Most would consider him also not able to speak but he had learn what vibrations meant to other horses. Though he was not good at it. He stretched his neck out and nodded to the mare as a greeting. Then returned his neck back to its natural position and waited for a reply.

ooc: Sorry lazy at the end xD

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ooc;; you're fine lol. i still haven't gotten around to making her pic - my mouse is too shot for those kinda details lol. but here is the horse i will be using for her --> shi-stock.deviantart.com/art/Dunner-12-133367069

---> the foliage around her seemed to dance as the breeze stirred it. night was falling quickly, though she did not mind. another restless night. not to say she didn't sleep - she just didn't sleep well. already the crickets were starting up their night-time symphony. this was one of the few things she had ever enjoyed. eyes that were normally so sharp, so brutal, so closed-off blinked several times... this was the only sound that had ever helped. but it was not to last. mere seconds into it, the ground began to echo the footfalls of a horse. surely the horse she had seen from a distance.

after the beast had arrived and done his little acknowledgment gesture, the dun finally moved. poll was raised slowly - not out of fear, but rather a lack of complete emotion. it wasn't too hard to notice that this female knew right well he had arrived. she had stopped grazing long ago, and her mouth was free of any green tidbits. the mare was also distinctively aware that this was a stallion, for as soon as the wind changed slightly it gave him away. that was the most odd thing about her head rising - even though she could hardly see him, it was obvious she already knew where he was and what he was. and so when those different shaded eyes hit the brute, they were void of emotion. not to say she was numb or depressed (in fact, far from it), but rather as though she had been raised and taught to feel nothing. yes, quite the odd situation.

a few seconds passed as the female gazed the stallion. no emotion crossed her face nor her eyes - she was a blank -yet distinctively intelligent- facade. finally, banner was flicked. she had never been a good conversationalist, and honestly did not even know how to go about starting one. and so all she could come up with was a universal word.

Salutations

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the odd thing about her voice... it was incredibly clear and pure. it flowed as easily as silk, yet stuck like honey. one could not call it sweet, though it was far from harsh. besides her striking color pattern, her voice had always made her different from her family growing up. but more on that later[/color][/size][/blockquote]