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Remixed Camouflage

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About 3 Winters

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Brute

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Tricorn

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.Devilishly Handsom, this stag was blessed with an absolutely drool-worthy exterior. Almost completely engulfed in an eternal abyss of obsidian, though small tabs and scrapes of browns tend to appear. He is considered a bay for his dark coat, not even noticably, is brown but barely, much much more onyx than observed. He has an odd set of optics: One being a violent shade of green, the other a limpid shade of innocent blue, one wasn't always blue, but as he grew, he gradually began to loose sight in that one, and now it's foggy. His mane is a shot of obsidian, and occasionally there is a brown hair, almost again unnoticable. He used to make it cover his blind eye, and still does, not wishing for it to be seen, and also helping him see. Now, it covers automatically. His whipcord is a strong shade of black, so deep that it looks like a shadow alone behind his when he runs. He has a slight marking, almost like a tattoo in his shoulder of a curved marking, handsom still.

He is a muscular, but not overdoing it, making him all the more physically beautiful. He looks like a lippazzaner build, yet his nose if more curved. His neck is thin, and muscular, going to broad shoulders, and a slender stomach. His legs are long and lean, though still enduring. He seems not only handsom, but you'd think he'd be a kind of dangerous horse as well.

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Ruined. He is pretty much careless. He's a flirt, and a heart breaker. He's been through much in his life, and just recently got away from it all. He has been a traveler, going from one herd just to eat their food and leave in maybe a week. He is hard headed, and definately trouble making. He LOVES getting on another's nerve, and he LOVES being hated. He doesn't care as long as he has fun pretty much. He will push a horse off a cliff just for the enjoyment of it. He used to hand out with a group of his buddies, but he left on his own on lone decision, and curiosity for something else. He is a jerk, dark, and a lady killer. He's that kinda guy that is amazing to see, and you just wish he'd talk to you. But if you like life to the fullest, then he's perfect for you.

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He was always a good child, thought his parents. He would make huge amounts of trouble in the pack, and always got away with it. He would push a foal into a rushing river, and a day later of searching for the foal, they'd find a shivering foal on a river bank, looking for it's mom, and crying. He'd get away with it. He nromally did things, though, like purposely mislead the herd, he'd never caused any deaths though. he knew when his limit was, and he never crossed the line often. He managed to stay out of trouble though, by blaming it on something else. "The branch hit her! I was right behind the branch, it smacked her into the water from the wind, I swear on my soul! I tryed to even help!" Was one of his excuses. Then he hit two, and finally stuck away young. His horns were almost completely grown, but still dull. He began joining and leaving herds for a whole year, and here he is now, landing in these strange lands he loves now so muh. Watch out, here he comes.

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Flying Wingz

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Wingz

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4 winter

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Fae

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Regular horse, Bleeding the blood of a Gypsy Vanner

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A sureen obsidian lays among the fallen clouds of ivory that stain her like wine to the carpet. Her eyes are a living shade of brilliant blue, texturing like pools that grab the night's thoughts and tosses them into a waterfall over the darkest nights, without the moon. They glow like a flickering candle-light flame, burning to life with screams of agony and life. Her tortue gave her those eyes, and curse her with such alife wrecking light.

She has thin legs for a gypsy vanner. She's not super muscular, contrary, she's got nawt much strength at all. She has random flecks of fur that stick up where scars rest. They look slightly out of place, but they are unseen once you meet her eyes. She is not the average horse.

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She is... well, strange. Distant. Sometimes you'd guess she's not even there. She is doesn't smile. Often completely dark, silent, and afraid. Her heart if comcealed by locks that bind, and her fear is one of the thicker locks. From her past, she is almost tortured in her expressions. She is easily surprised, extremely. She often jumps up, as again, she is jumpy. She has many odd dreams, but overall: She is a wonderful horse. Playful, spirited, but just... out of place.

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In short:
For the enjoyment of people, she was tortured to insanity. She lived inside a metal bared crate people would bang on her cage, and her owners would as well. She was unfed but either moldy of bedding hay, nothing edible. She had heavy circles under her eyes, and definate balding pink from sickness. She was only a yearling, only half her full height. Then she was sold to the circus finally, and forced to dress up in heavy outfits, and after the show, live inside a poor moving trailer, little food, and helped set up by carrying heavy loads. Often she was chained by her limbs to the ground so kids could pet her, and when she misbehaved, they'd smack her on the upper limbs with night sticks. She grew until she was 3 living there, and escaped, barely, into the wild.

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