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{The Hope of the Fallen Horse} [Inactive since 08/11/2014]

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[[Sorry about the posts, I rarely do first posts! Also, that is fine Concern.]]



Lesharo
"You can do what I cannot do. I can do do what you cannot do. Together, we can do great things."

Like usual everything remained peaceful and still as the herd slowly begun to wake at these early hours; birds tweeting from the branches of the trees, singing their beautiful, daily songs which sent a calming feeling across the area. Through the shreds of grass large colours of; greys, browns, blacks whites, creams could be seen from a distance. Slowly shuffling around and flicking their tails as the minutes slowly passed and they would slowly shuffle onto their hooves, ready for what the day would hold. It was at this time when the sun would rise and most animals around the area would begin to get themselves out and ready for the day ahead of them; some waking up before usual hours to find themselves some breakfast and others, longing for the extra minutes in bed. Now and then a cool breeze would blow through the sun lit area; causing most to stir. Snorts and  neighs passed through the lands now, it was obvious the hope herd had begun to wake, one by one.

Standing tall on the top of a near by hill was Lesharo, the proud leader of the hope herd; a one he had been running for many years and many more to come. His light palomino pelt standing out against the green surface his hooves rested upon; long, flowing, silky tail flicking out behind him as he watched over his trusty herd; watching them with contempt as they begun to shuffle. For a few minutes the intact stallion stood atop the hill watching as the equines shuffled onto their hooves; a range of shapes, colours and sizes stood beneath him. With his body in a dominant yet calm stand the stallion glanced around the area seeking for any danger, as usual it was clear for now. Turning his broad head to check down on the herd he watched as a small line of brown shot across the ground; a nod taking over his head as he recognised it as Dichali. Seeing as their territory was now safe the equine decided a lookout would nod be needed for another hour or so; now, he would go and spend his time with his fellow herd members. Large, cream hooves beating at the rough ground beneath him as he trotted down the steep hill towards the herd, mane flowing behind him as he excelled into a light trot; until reaching his herd.

Once arriving near his fellow equines the large stallion skidded to a halt and took a quick glance around; now, most of the herd had decided to wake and were either communicating, eating, lazing around or just enjoying the free time. Allowing his head to lightly bod Lesharo slowly took a walk through the herd, looking at each equine and greeting them with a friendly nod and a welcoming snort; his long tail flicking behind him as his brown optics continued to scan the area; even though he had just recently made sure the area was safe, he needed to be completely sure. Coming to a stop at the boarders of the small crowd the palomino continued to send friendly glances and nods at his herd members; but also split up his time to glance around their surroundings.






Michante & Dichali
"Never give up. There is no such thing as an ending. Just a new beginning."

The large chestnut mare remained happily asleep for a few more minutes whilst the herd began to slowly rise; the dark lids of her eye's blocking out the blinding sunlight. Ears perked the sound of thudding hooves and a deep, yet similar voice of a foal sounded through her ears; one she knew all too well. Allowing her eye's to shoot open and whipping her head up the chestnut pelted mare glanced around rapidly, until her eye's rested upon the charging foal. Dichali had woke earlier than his mother in order to sneak off; not away from the herd, just so he could go on his early morning, hyper few minutes. Tail raised and eyes widened, the young colt begun to charge around the field; weaving in and out of the larger equines whom were scattered around the open field. Small hooves thudding against the grass sending shreds flying; happiness was clearly shown through his facial expressions as he then joined one of the other colts in a game of chase. Chuckling lightly Michante decided to let her son have his morning fun, she didn't want to disturb his social time either and it seemed to be the only time he would actually interact.

Turning her attention from the cantering foals her eye's rested upon the stud trotting from the hill towards his herd; dipping her head in respect but also as a hello the white patched equine then slowly, but steadily lifted onto her long, sturdy legs. Now, she was standing at full stance, towering over some of the horses of the herd. Snorting, the mares nostrils flared as she gave her head a light shake in order to wake her up a little more. Giving her tail a vicious flick and shaking her mare to get it back into place Michante was now feeling wide awake and ready for what had to come. Pawing at the ground with her large, dark hooves the large horse then turned to watch a small group of foals; including her son, gallop carelessly around the herd. Smiling, the mare begun to graze, her gaze still locked tightly on the colt from time to time; making sure he didn't get up to any mischief.

RedRedRose:

"The world isn't any smaller... There's just less in it."
The comfortingly familiar soft thud of hooves meeting the ground awoke Leala from her slumber. She had slept well, the best she had slept in a while without those dreadful nightmares and her body was buzzing with energy. Pushing herself up from her lying position, she steadied herself on all fours and shook out her legs to relieve the tension from the previous night. She ignored the fact that her mane fell into her eyes and broke into a quick canter, letting out a few snorts of amusement as she turned in a large around the herd. Slowing down to a trot, the dappled-grey mare returned to the place she had been before in the shade of a towering tree.

The mare's eyes scanned the herd around her, letting out a short sigh of contempt. Her eyes briefly rested on the lead stallion of the herd, Lesharo, and bowed her head in respect and greeting as he passed. She would go and converse with him soon, but for now she had to see to her morning graze. It had been a habit since she had just joined the herd to wake up slightly earlier than most to graze for a while so that she had enough energy to travel. Recently Leala had noticed the fact that the herd were travelling a significant amount more than what they were used to and the familiar dread made itself known at the back of her head.

Pushing aside the negativity, she lowered her head down to meet the gorgeous green blades of grass still moist from the morning dew and pulled up a small mouthful. She let the fresh sweetness bring a brief smile to her maw before leaning down again for another bite. Leala flicked her tail to ward off the pesky flies, briefly closing her eyes in satisfaction. There was nothing better than a fresh bed of grass to wake up to.

RedRedRose:
Sorry if I'm being impatient and sorry for double posting but, bump? ^^

Chunky_Squirrel:
No worries. Sorry that you 2 had to wait till I post. I haven't had a chance to post, but I glad I found it! ^-^' ))




"I run with the wind. Are you running with the wind?"

Polivino

The painted stallion yawned as the sunlight beated his coat making it warmer every minute. He blinked once observing the Lead Stallion. He whimped. "Pffff... Show off..." He snorted. Polivino, wasn't always the good guy, he really wanted to be the Lead Stallion, but his mother always talked him out of that concern and he listened to her quite well."One day... One day.... You and I Lesharo..." He whispered to himself and turned around. He walked away to graze alone.

Arriving at his liked spot, the stallion observed the tasty grass that was shivering from the winds blewness. He leaned down and started nibeling at the tasty green grass.
He moved his dock side to side, until he looked up at the sky. White clouds passed by as he snorted.
He turned to Lesharo and grunted. He turned back and trotted towards the rushing water to get  drink.

While drinking Polivino, looked around to see if there was any danger around.
Being secured, the male started drinking the water again.

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Lesharo
"You can do what I cannot do. I can do do what you cannot do. Together, we can do great things."

After minutes of observing Lesharo was now sure that they herd were safe, no danger appeared to be lurking around in the hour or so he had been watching; so, it was safe to say the herd could linger around a little longer. They had begun traveling once again, in order to make ground between them and the poachers, giving them a higher advantage to them. Nodding in satisfaction the large equine gave his mane a rough shake, sending half of it falling on the left side and the other falling on the right. Slowly pivoting around the palomino came to a halt and like before took a glance at the herd. Everyone was more or less awake now; this bringing a smile to his lips. Figures moved in the corner of his eyes which caused him to turn his head towards the source of movement that collected his attention.

Turning his broad head the studs eyes rested upon the painted stallion, familiar known as Polivion. Brown eyes locked onto the equine who seemed to send cold glances in his direction; then trotting off towards the lake. Watching the older equine, Lesharo then let out a sigh and shook his head, deciding to leave the stallion be for the time being. Instead, his attention rested upon the other herd members who appeared to continuing on with their morning grazing; all seeming happy and contempt. Flicking his tail to swat at the irritable flies attempting to land on his rump. The echoing laughs of the foals caught the stallions attention and caused his head to whip around; there he seen the younger members of the herd gallop after on another. Looking down at the smaller equines as they passed, allowing a chuckle to blow past his lips as he stepped back.

Rearing up the stud pushed out his front legs, then neighing playfully. Front hooves slamming back onto the ground causing several shreds and small clumps of mud to lift into the air. Snorting, the larger equine cantered after the youngsters who looked behind them, seeing the light pelted stal hot on theit heels the group of four lunged forward. Flicking his mane the stallion drew his head back then pushed it forward - lunging forward and past the youngsters with ease. However, the white blazed stallion pulled himself back to be at the same level as the foals, then allowing them in front of him. Chuckling, he nudged one of the smaller foals along to catch up with the others. Drawing back he trotted towards the center of the herd.




Michante & Dichali
"Never give up. There is no such thing as an ending. Just a new beginning."

Once filling her stomach after the grazing Michante pulled her head up from the ground and glanced around. Whilst she had been grazing it seemed that the herd had woke and now all were either grazing, exercising, playing or communicating with one another. Allowing her eyes to observe each familiar member of the herd a smile grew across her face as she watched them go around on their daily rounds. Allowing her tail to flick several times the made then shook her head in order to send her mane back and from covering her eyes. A hot, burning feeling shone onto the chestnht equines pelt causing her to back up ever so slightly, but then she came to a stop and pawed at the ground with her front hoof.

The sounds of giggles and chuckles along with the slight feeling of the ground shaking Michante turned to see the group of foals join with Lesharo; watching, she tilted her head. Dichali continued to laugh and smirk as his small paws thudded at the ground as he continued in the games with the other foals; it had went from chasing one another to now race each other. But, the young foals watched as the much larger horse passed with ease. Looking up at their leader Dichali smiled in amazement as he tried to pick up the pace, Lesharo then slowing down and trotting off. Giggling, the chestnut foal continued running with the other foals.

For a few minutes the fairly light pelted mare watched as the foals enjoyed their morning games, her eyes resting upon the stud as he joined in but shortly after stopped. Shrugging, her attention turned on a painted stallion not to far off; who was of course a  part of the herd. Watching for a few moments she then turned to the rest of the herd; for now nothing really seemed to interest her. Sighing, then snorting the mare carefully lowered herself onto her stomach then onto her side; carelessly she begun rolling around, ears still perked to hear her son.

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