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[Miss Mem]

Snow and rain both in the spring? The small female's head tilted to the side, portraying the human's cliche look of 'dumb blonde' as auburn eyes scavenged the area, undressing every tree, every blade of grass, and every inch of the land - waiting for a sign of life to move, to budge an inch to give her a hint as to where they were. The ivory color surrounded her, blinding her nearly, and if she hadn't gained her sight a few minutes ago, she would've sauntered right off of the cliff of the mountain. Beauty can be deceiving, or looks can be deceiving. Whichever one you wanted to call it. It would chew you up and spit you out more unexpected than a roll of thunder throughout a storm. The soft pitter patter of the light rainfall had saved her, her savior, she could call it, and it gave way to small grass patches on the ground and faint hoofprints imprinted into the earth. Giving a sign that equines were apart of the life here. Thank the heavens, I don't know what I'd do with a bunch of forest animals. They wouldn't understand a dang thing. Shaking her head lightly, the mane with at least three different shades of grey barrel rolled throughout the moist air, wetting her neck in which hid underneath her mane for protection. A hiss slipped through her vocal cords through that split second as the cold reached her without the barrier of her mane intact before it fell down back down during that one split second.

Numb pillars shook lightly underneath the pressure of the cold from the climax of the mountain and she frantically began to move her head from side to side; clearly showing the pure Arabian lineage by the way her neck was arched and the way her body was delicately but strongly built at a petite yet lithe height. She was dangerous. Any of them would be. Fast on their feet, quick to react, and elegant. They were like graceful assassins. Quiet when need be, at the way they were built, it was easy for them to become part of the wild themselves. Blending themselves in, and making themselves unknown in their graceful silence. Just because of one simple breed. Her teeth clattering together like madmen as she ambled on farther into heaven's cold breath, the wind picking up and tossing her around like she was a lightweight as the bellicose surge barreled through the trees as if it was directed towards her own individual self. Her body struggling to keep balance as she trudged on closer towards the protection of the trees, although they wouldn't help from the drizzling of rain but perhaps guard her from the wind until it faltered a bit. Even the slightest bit, so she could embark on her journey for a safe place to stay.

Unaware of the alliances, Adalain wasn't one to necessarily care for that part either. Supposing that staying unaligned until given a better choice was the best thing to do at the moment until the upcoming war was to either fail or she'd wait for it to pass. The sky was angry with the land right now. The rain scolding the earth, mutilating the snow and making dot-like patterns all across the mountain top. The North was always colder, her mother had told her why as well, because it was farther away from the Ecuador which was near South America and Africa. She supposed Hades had taken his wrath on those, making them a tad bit hotter than the normal areas above it. The wind and rain lusted for her to come out of her hiding shelter, although the degrees outside wasn't necessarily cold - it was the rain and snow mixture that could cause a hypothermia shock if out too long in it. The rain dampening your skin and hair and feet, while the snow froze it and hardened it into the thick layer of ice that hid underneath the blanket of now-dotted snow.

Stomping her foot impatiently, the female snorted. The remaining breath coming out through her nostrils as a frothy, barely visible breath and curled and disfigured itself into the morning sky. The sun peeking just above the horizon of the jagged mountain and she huffed. Thanks Apollo. Her brain murmured. Impatiently, the mare shifted her weight back and forth between her back right pillars. Appearing to be some sort of a dance in the cold, which most definitely was not. It was a warming technique. Taking the advice from her late mother, in which told her movement warmed your body, as much as it seemed cold at first, it would warm eventually and begin to work your muscles. Her eyes misting at the thought of Kailani, whom she resembled almost to an exactness that it was nearly frightening; eyelids blinking frantically, trying to keep the tears held in at the thought of her mother, who not too long ago, had passed before Adalain had made the choice to venture without her best friend - although her mother was weakening by the day, Adalain would have never thought of her to pass on to the Gods' so quickly after becoming ill with a disease that wiped out nearly half of all she used to know. Her father disappearing into thin air, like his existence was completely gone but a gut feeling had told her he was still alive somewhere, possibly looking for his acquaintances, friends, family, kin, his love.

A hatred boiled inside her towards her biological father, and she huffed in disgust at the thought of him. Violently shaking her head at the thought of him. "I'll get you back for abandoning us, I promise I will." Although, he might not have quite abandoned them; her angered mind told her otherwise.

[Renea]

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] Spring… yet the snow was still falling in the northern land, mostly within’ the higher mountains which were known as Pryr. Below the mountains, in a forest, the snow was melting and causing the rivers to run over and the streams to fill up. The water was bring life to the land, causing the grasses to flourish and the trees to bud with flowers upon them. Everything was becoming greener and the summer was soon to be upon the land. The evergreen forest was very much green, the stallion who walked up the steep land noticed that, but he also noticed the snow and how it was falling high above the treeline. He didn’t understand how it could be all the way into late spring and yet the snow was falling easily, though it was mixed with rain and causing it to turn into slush. Soon, the lower part of the mountain would be bare of snow, only the high part would snow covered. He had only seen snow a few times, something that never happened in Egypt, but the thought of it happening… He looked to the sky, where the great Gods watched over them. ”Why great Gods have you kept such beauty from our lands?” He asked, directing it to the sun God Ra and the sky Goddess Nut, they would be able to answer such question as well as the great creator Amun, whom created all things including himself. Amenhotep was not sure if he would ever get the answers he asked the questions for, but maybe when he took the journey to the afterlife with the God Aken and join the Goddess Amentet whom would take care of him. Finally, his hooves touched the white colored texture which always caught him off guard at how cold it could be. He lowered his head, his nostrils taking in the scent of the water substance before lifting it, his body standing on the edge of the forest. He smiled at the beauty of such things and he wondered why his land was once again deprived of such beautiful stuff. He did not understand why Egypt would be one place that would not get this, but again, he tried to not question the Gods further about it. As he looked around he noticed the rain was hitting more than the flacks of snow and he had a feeling that it would become very dangerous right now. The snow would be melting when the warmer rain touched it and then would refreeze. This would cause dangerous walking condition and he had a feeling it was best to stay near the forest. His body moved parallel with the forest, his brown eyes watching everything around him as he moved with a graceful step. His arabian blood line easily seen as he arched his neck and moved his body in a graceful manner. He was not trying to flaunt anything about him, he did not care much to show off and make others feel bad. He stood at a tall fifteen two hands high, showing he was on the taller end of the Arabian line. His body was white colored, though it was actually called a gray as his nose was darkened to nearly black and his mane and tail streamed beautiful black like the darkened night. His hooves were even black and he looked like a very well formed stallion with tone muscles that rippled over his petite frame. For other horses, he was petite compared to other breeds as he was much smaller but that meant nothing on the edge of strength. His smaller frame allowed for stronger muscles in some areas and he had agility. He chose not to think about how to use his strength against another as it had been trained into him and he did not need to remember that something that had become second nature. Nostrils took in the scent of another, though the rain and snow blurred the scent and he could not tell if the other was mare or stallion, but the scent came to his nostrils and he stopped in his tracks. He knew better than to sneak up on another and the cold weather as well as the rain would hide his own approaching sounds from others. The rain touched his own pelt hard, the coldness hitting him harder than normal. He once had a winter coat, but the warmer climates of the desert he had crossed over and the fact he had removed most of it made it disappear within’ a few days. He wondered now if he should of kept the winter coat longer, but he had not plan to come near the mountains. The thought of this other being concerned him though as he had only recently learned about the alliances and had taken sides with the divine once he found out that the demonic wanted to plague war on the other. Amenhotep did not want war, but he would fight to defend his family and his alliance now that he was part of it. As he allowed his breath to come forth, he saw the fog that came out from his nostrils and he snorted slightly. He wondered if the other would hear him, he wondered who they were… He walked ahead, as it was keeping him warm compared to standing completely still and not moving around. He knew that this would possible alert the other as his hooves stepped on a few rocks that made a clicking sound when his hard hooves hit them. It was also very quiet other than the rain. He was sure that some way or another, he would alert them. ”Always be prepared and never sneak up on another, that was cowardly.” The words of his own father sparked in his own head. The great God Ra and the Pharaoh God Horus did not like cowards… Amenhotep was the son of a Pharaoh and he could not be a coward, he would not sneak up on another. He heard the sound of mumbling and he stopped. ”Hello? Is anyone here?”

[/color] He asked, glancing around before his eyes landed on what looked like the dappled pelt of another. The snow blurred his own senses, he was not use to it at all.
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Being of a purebred Arabian lineage, there was never a time when a breed was intertwined within her bloodlines. Adalain's great-great granddam and grandsire had been bred and raised within a top facility south of Egypt where they bred Arabians and sold them for cash that most humans didn't see on a normal basis. People purchasing mares to become broods, and stallions to become studs for countless amounts of money. Anyone who had a purebred was considered classy and fancy then, the only exception depended on the breed of equine. Arabians, thoroughbreds, friesians. Some of the fanciest breeds that were hard to come across as purebreds nowadays with all of the mixtures between lineages. Adalain despised it, considering the way she was brought up. Her dam was ridiculously devoted to keeping the lineage and bloodlines of their purebred family going, and her sire was devoted to it as well, just not as outlandish about it.

The thought of never being permitted or given the blessing to find her other half outside of her breed upset her. Sure, she could. No one could physically stop her but the thought of her mother being outraged by it in the heavens shook her. Her mother's blessing meant everything to her; therefore, it was hard for her to leave the ring in which she was brought up. She'd be foolish to not listen to her mother's wise words, even if it cost something that would later lead her to unhappiness. The dapple grey huffed, yet again the frothy air lifted from her nostrils and curled into the sky before vanishing like smoke. That's what it looked like, it was basically smoke - just not a nasty grey color and it didn't smell bad either, depending on how the others' breath smelled. She grinned at the thought, releasing the tension that had built up in her muscles as the morning drizzle continued to fall through the openings of the branches in the trees, the leaves doing little for protection from the rainfall and the light droppings of snow from the small sticks protruding from the tree branches.

The female's body shook violently. The pressure of the cold bearing down on her, causing her body to buckle down. Extracting any source of warmth around her as she could, pressing her dappled physique against the width of the tree and wrapping her delicate neck around it to where it looked like she was hugging it with her head. Her damp mane beginning to cling around her neck, wrapping around it like searching for any kind of warmth that it could gather from her body. There was none. None at all. Arabians were bred for the desert area, not for a near - whiteout. The thought of it made her grin, the thought of challenging her body for new weather climates in which she would have to grow accustomed to whether she wanted to or not. There was only one desert area near here, in the South, and that was quite a travel. Perhaps that's where she was headed before becoming withdrawled in the beauty of the colossal mountain. Her knees slightly buckling in and her body lowered, decreasing lower to the ground and the momentum of it sent her down completely as she fell on her knees. The cold and weak bones were not the best mixture. Definitely so. Although, she couldn't say weak. The Gods were playing a test on her, seeing how strong she was, testing her if she was strong enough to survive in varying climates. Just like they had on her mother, her mother who was only ten, deceased from a nature-caused disease in which she still hadn't known to this day. She definitely was not going down without a fight, she grunted and stretched out her front legs to raise herself from the ground when she heard a noise. Another walking. Her ears caught the resonance of the crunching snow and the breaking of the ice that hid underneath the layer of snow. The most she could make out of the picture was a figure not too far from her, one that wasn't that much taller than herself and was built lightly but held a muscular and chiseled presence as well as that.

"Hello?" Her voice came out shrill. One may think she was scared, but the cold was taking its toll on her vocal cords. As if the ice had entered her system and was slowly working its way down at freezing everything in her body. The appearance became shallow as her eyes struggled to catch onto the figure again, and when she did she arose from the ground. Using strength and a strong audacity, that equine could be out here for anything. From what she'd heard of the darks, they took anything in their path but perhaps it was a light who over-exaggerated it. It was a male, advancing towards the physique, she could tell that much by now and her ears swiveled around her head, trying to latch on to a voice if he was speaking. 'Hello? Is anyone here?' The baritone confirmed him being a male, and he seemed to catch on to her as quickly as she did to him. He must have noticed something in the distance.

Ambling a couple of yards closer, she took note of the way he was built. Another Arabian, was it? An ear - to - ear grin spread across her face, showing a hint of happiness as it surged through her. Maybe he wasn't purebred, but he was a sign of equine life. At least she wasn't stuck here with forest animals. The temperature as she became excited rose in her body and she snorted softly to alert him of her presence. No need to frighten the fellow, she'd hate if someone did it to her as well. "Hello," she spoke a little louder than she normally would. "Liking the weather?" Although it was cold, it sure was beautiful out there. She glimpsed around a bit, searching to see if others had come with him and settling her gaze back on him when she realized there were none.

[Renea]

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The great ancestry of the white ghost that moved through the forest reached as far back as the great Pharaoh’s of old whom worshipped the gods that now Amenhotep and his old herd worshipped. They were respected in those days, their herd treated with great care so that they would keep the pharaoh and his armies safe. Those who died in the work of the Pharaoh were buried like the people of old. It was amazing how things happened after many years. During the fall of the great Pharaohs, when a new rule came, Amenhotep’s ancestors left the land, they became wild like they had once been before they were tamed. Their blood line stayed pure and they stayed neared the old ruins of the great time. They passed down the stories of all the great Gods and Goddesses whom watched over them. They paid their tribute to those beings even now and Amenhotep did the same thing. The other herds of the great deserts all had the same lineage, they were pure and those who did not have the same lineage, they were still pure. The deserts of the middle east were full of Arabian bloodline and Amenhotep was happy his herd never had to work for humans again. His father, his grandfather, and those beyond that had taken great care to keep the herds safe from the humans… Amenhotep thanked the Gods for that as well. Now, the stallion had been given a great mission and that was to spread his herd further into this new land, but he was the only one who came into the land. His brother had been given the place of heir to the herd and Amenhotep to start his own. He hoped to find other Arabians or pure horses, to teach them the great knowledge of the Ancient Gods and he planned on doing it. He had already expressed his thoughts with another young equine… Her name was Feather and she was so young. The child was only becoming a mare and though she was beautiful, Amenhotep hoped she lived her life before become a mother. It had crossed his mind, but he did not want to take away her freedom before she had a time to live. He knew his father and mother wanted him to keep the lineage pure, even if they didn’t say that, it had been something he was raised around and he planned on doing his best to keep his lineage as pure as possible. The smoke that came from his nostrils caught his own eyes and he watched as it disappeared before another puff came out. It was rather strange, but he needed to concentrate… Another horse was near him and as he drew closer, he swore he heard something else. The sound of a voice, it sounded feminine and it sounded like they were saying hello in a much higher tone than normal. Had he caused fear to come into another equines heart. Oh, he hope he had not done such a thing. ”Oh Ra, do not allow fear to come over those I come near…” He said quietly to himself and to his own God. The coldness of the land touched his pelt, causing him to twitch and shake in places upon his own body. The rain touched his pelt, leaving darker marks upon his body showing the wetness upon his own fur. As he moved through the forest, he stayed close to the trees, finding that they were slightly warmer than the colder air. He glanced around the land, looking for the owner of the voice he thought he had heard, but maybe it was instead the actually wind that the God Shu had sent down to touch his pelt and whisper to him. He glanced to the sky, looking towards the Goddess Tefnut, his twin sister who rules the sky as well, giving rain, dew, and moisture to the land. Did she also create the snow? He smiled as the wind touched his face, pushing his black mane from his face and away from his white pelt. Was that his answer? His mane was beginning to stick to him from the rain that was sent down from the heavens and he snorted, glancing around for a moment and searched for the scent that had caught his nostrils earlier. The scent was stronger now, but still, the rain blurred the scent and he was not sure if the scent belonged to a mare or stallion. He was not born for the cold weather, but this was the land he came to, he had to get used to it and he had to learn it. He lifted his head, managing to catch a snowflake on his tongue and looking down. ”Tufnut, great Goddess… You make the snow too… It taste just like the rain from above.”

[/color] He smiled, shaking his head as he snorted again; knowing by now the other had probably heard him. He praised the great God Min, whom looked after those who traveled as well as fertility and harvest for the great Egyptians. It had been recently that Amenhotep had been thanking him for great travels, but he knew sooner or later something would test him and this cold nature would be one of them. He turned his eyes back towards the ground, the place where the God Geb watched over and he looked for the one whom owned that scent. He had seen dappled colored, maybe it was in that direction.

Finally, he saw a smaller horse before him, dappled body with darker colors upon her body, possible a deeper shade of gray. He could not tell at this distance, but he was closing the distances little by little. The frame of the creature was only a few inches smaller than his own and she held a graceful build. Was that a small head in the shape of an Arabian? Was that an arched neck? ”Hello." He smiled, it was a lovely female, which seemed to be the going trend for him. His last horse he had made contact with had been a mare. Feather was a lovely young mare whom he had had the pleasure of getting to know. Though her past herd had been terrible to her. He shook his head, knowing he should focus on the lovely creature before him. ”Liking the weather?" He glanced to the sky and chuckled slightly. ”A bit cold for me, but Shu and Tefnut have their reasons for making it so cold in this land… Are you?”[/color] He could not tell if she had a winter coat or not, but if she had been in warmer weather before coming here, possible not.
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[Miss Mem]

The guitar strings of summer were strumming quicker as the days flew by and the nights grew shorter every time the moon had shown its face, it was right around the corner, despite the harsh weather deep inside the mountain top. The ivory flakes that continued the flood the grounds, making it difficult for those not accustomed to the weather to climb it and outlast in it - the pelting of occasional raindrops that dotted the terrain here and there, making a doorway for grass to peek underneath their frozen neighbor, the ice. Adalain was going to overflow with the bubbling pit of excitement began to elevate higher in her body. The sun had made it that much clear, from the brightness of it, that it had promised summer. Summer was going to wipe away all worries of spring. Would it be cold? Would it rain? Would a tornado barrel through the land and destroy all they had? Spring was no longer going to be in session for much longer as the summer heat was going to brush through, knocking it smoothly out of the way. Although, the heat would be the only problem for the equines. Possibly leading to fires, fatigue from the food spoiling in the enraged weather, and there would be plenty of kin running around for the time being, causing a havok throughout the land and enraging those who wished they didn't exist on their bad days.

Adalain's smile brightened a bit, forgetting the cold of the mountain as she thought of her own future offspring, if she would ever carry any. Imagining them to have her spunky personality, using their strong wits to overcome any obstacle that was tossed in their direction. She would raise them to be little fighters, raise them to be like their father, of course she wasn't going to breed with just any stallion. He had to be something special, something that made her heart race and her jaw drop in awe type of thing. It wasn't going to be just to produce beautiful foals. Her eyes twinkling at the thought, the thoughts intertwining into her memory. Like it was already happening. The day she found her soulmate would be a different one, perhaps not even a happy one. Even being a quarrel of some sort at first, perchance. It was always the interesting meetings that made it past the rough obstacles with one another. The cliche summer romance just would not do for the intrigued female. The scent of the male elevated in her senses, alerting her that he was approaching closer and as she continued her movement forward, she hadn't realized she was not too far from the aroma now.

Auburn eyes polishing clean the terrain until they fell on the grey figure in the distance, not too far from herself really. He was not much taller than her size, and as her eyes scrounged his physique for any possible wield of danger, she found herself more and more curious about the lineage. The way he was built: graceful, lithe, and muscular. Arabian? The thud-thud of her excited heart picked up its pace as she wandered closer, that's when she had inquired if he had enjoyed the weather that day. Her ears rounding her entire head as she tried to pick up a reply of some kind, did he not hear her? She took note of the stallion glimpsing around nearly around the same time that she had, did he notice her the same time she had noticed him? She froze in her tracks, refusing to walk forth anymore. Well, helllllo gorgeous. Her eyes caught onto him in a deadlock, tracing his features with gauging eyes as she tried to figure him out. If he was looking for the other equine she was sure he had smelled, or if he was looking for another equine when his eyes had fallen on her as if he was indeed searching for her, he must have heard her when she spoke aloud.

'A bit cold for me, but Shu and Tefnut have their reasons for making it so cold in this land… Are you?' Her ears had caught his words loud and clear, as the rain enveloped his body, dampening it like it had her's as she gifted him a poised smile. Her mother had always told her to stay polite, it could save your life one day. One wrong said thing to the one wrong equine could cost your life in a matter of seconds. She became timid, struggling to find a reply in her tongue-tied brain. Silly girl, calm yourself. Her brain scolded her at the exact moment she had gathered up words to speak and a tongue to talk. "I suppose it's alright. I'm most definitely not used to it myself but oh good Heavens, it sure is beautiful, isn't it?" She spoke calmly, much more calm than she had expected herself to be. He was a purebred, oh dear. "Silly me. I guess I could tell you my name, it'd be more helpful. I'm Adalain." Nodding her head slowly, her eyes still locked on covering his entire figure before convincing herself that there was no threat to her.

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The heat of the summer was soon going to be upon them thanks to Máahes, the God whom was the son of the Goddess Bast and whom ruled over many things, including the horizon and the heat of summer. Such a lovely feeling it would be to feel the heat from the Sun God Ra finally, to know the true power of the God whom took care of those below. Amenhotep missed that greatly, as in Egypt, the weather did not get so cold except for at night and it was never this cold. He glanced up at the sky wondering maybe Set had anything to do with this… It was possible as he was the God of many things, including storms, thunder, and other horrible things that caused problems… But what about cold? Yes, it was possible but there were no writings of such things and Amenhotep was not sure. He had best leave his questions to the Gods and Goddesses, as they would answer them with time. A few ivory flacks hit his nose as well as droplets of water that came down from the sky, allowing him to small as he took it as a sign of Tefnut… She was touching him and telling him to not worry about such things. The great God’s had their own reason for everything and Amenhotep needed to understand that. As he turned his eyes back downward, he noticed that the mist was lifting and the sun was shining ever so slightly, but it was barely and only lit the area a little bit. He hoped that Ra would grace this land with his rays long enough or the stallion to find this being whom he had heard. Which… It did… As he had gotten closer towards a figure he had allowed his eyes to move over the dappled pelt of the mare whom he had finally found. It seemed, however, that the mist had not lifted enough to allow for a clear view. Amenhotep moved closer in hopes to get a better look and to great the young maiden. Well, he was not sure how old the mare was, she looked about his age, so maybe it was what he thought. A mare whom was his age, maybe a year younger or older. He was not sure, but his mother had told him to never ask a mare that on their first meeting. Feather had been easy to figure out… She had been showing her own youthfulness, it was easy to see. This one, he was not completely sure. Finally, the mist was thinned enough and the distance closed… He looked at the beautiful body of another Arabian, her appearance showed of pure blood or of a mixture so carefully born that it looked pure. She was rather beautiful, but he knew better than to just assume one was beautiful by the way they looked… It was personality and appearance that made up an beautiful creature. As he spoke about the chill that Shu and Tefnut had placed upon this land within’ the mountains and he was not sure if she was happy or angry that he had found her. She did not seem angry, but some could hide their emotions well and never allowed another to notice their anger. ”I suppose it's alright. I'm most definitely not used to it myself but oh good Heavens, it sure is beautiful, isn't it?" He nodded to her last comment. It was very beautiful in this lands, but next time he came it would be with a winter coat and not that of the summer and spring pelt. It was far too cold for him and he didn’t like it at all. ”Silly me. I guess I could tell you my name, it'd be more helpful. I'm Adalain." He smiled at her name. ”What a beautiful name. I am Amenhotep, son of Ahmose and Tjenna from the far western Egyptian Herds.” His voice carried a foreign accent, but it was not overly thick like that of others from his herd back in the great desert of his blood.

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The female's body remained motionless, her pillars frozen in their warming state while her eyes barbed the porcelain terrain. Scurrying back and forth between the stallion and the snow that enclosed the nutrients that the equines needed to survive. Something so simple, that humans themselves didn't understand what it was quite used for - and cut it with machines that bewildered the Arabian mare. Ears twitching at abrupt noises, even if it was something as little as a bird making its lift off from a tree branch, in which were encased in a containment of ice - no wonder birds wouldn't even remain on the trees here, there was no point in making a nest on a snow capped mountain, especially in the beginning of summer - where there were much better places to be instead of here. Except, now here she was, hooves sinking into the protective layer of ice and emitting off a very faint crunching sound as it gave in to the peer pressure of her hooves. It had taken quite a bit to trek up the winding hills of the mountain, and there was no sense in traveling right back down because her body hadn't become accustomed to the cold yet. Although, there was a tinge of warmness from the blaring sun that became more and more visible to the eye as minutes ticked by.

Eyes were windows to the soul, or so her mother had always told her. She used them to her advantage, just like any other would as the dwelling equines stood their ground. The stallion not many yards away from her now, and her body still declined to work. As if her muscles were declining her request to amble on forward like she had been before. No need to get any closer anyway, no need to negate the stallion his space. Eyes reeling onto any moving object that had caught them, such as a dead leaf that slowly collapsed to the ground in defeat. Refusing to hold on to the thick tree branch any longer before its heart just gave out in the fight. The words struck a weak point in her heart, quickly wincing back away as if she was about to be struck by anything. Anything at all. As her mind evoked former memories of her late dam.

It had seemed at the same time she was giving the stallion a once - over, which ended up being more than one time, he had been doing the same. An instinct, she supposed it was. To stare at the other in which you were first meeting before speaking actual words instead of a simple 'hello' and then the conversation bumped in, a total hit out of the park, as if giving someone a once - over would immediately spark a conversation. Well, that is kind of how it worked, wasn't it? Dark eyes casting themselves over his equal lineage physique before giving a soft yet fatigued smile; weather in which she was not quite accustomed to was starting to take its toll on her, both positively and negatively. She was quite sure of herself that he was a purebred, just by the looks of him. An elegant build yet completely refined with muscle and power beneath all of the picturesque looks. As if agreeing with herself, the mare began to gradually nod her head as her eyes flickered away from his. Trying to break off the stare that had made her heart stop and then accelerate again, apparently - it embarrassed her in a way.

If he wasn't a purebred, was there by a chance that he was bewildered by the thought? Thinking she was high maintanence and thinking that her breed was the only out there? Oh dear, her train of thought thumped at a quicker pace than a freight train. 'Get ahold of yourself," her mind scolded her deeply, trying to get through to her before she made a fool of herself. 'He's just here for a chat, probably wondering where you came from so stop worrying about it.' It was that then that she had supposed she had informed him of her name, and her ears came to a resting position, leisurely listening to his words as her eyes focused on the dotted terrain. 'What a beautiful name. I am Amenhotep, son of Ahmose and Tjenna from the far western Egyptian Herds.'

"Much appreciated, sir. Ah, so you are from Egypt or just your parents? And by my guess, correct me if I'm wrong, you are an Arabian, no?"

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The cold was starting to go deep within’ his body, invading his muscles and causing a state of frozenness that seemed to cause a hard time moving. He felt his shoulders shake from the lack of warmth, felt his joints start hurting from the cold. That was normal for nearly any age and he needed to move. Brown eyes moved over the land again, noticing the lack of vegetation that was upon the ground, such a sad thought about that. He lowered his head, sniffing the ground… It smelt like the dead grasses of the deserts, but instead of dry they were moist. They still held nutrients, but it was low… Possible a good thing there was so much of it here. It gave hit to the body while digesting… Even though he knew it would be lacking of taste, the stallion took a small mouth full of the dead material and chewed for a few moments. It didn’t taste too terrible bad and it would give something into his stomach to digest and gain warming energy from. At least one would not die here, if they learned that this was actually food that would allow them to survive, they could survive… One would just have to get use to the sore taste, but it was still fine to eat, just moist and dirt tasting. The arabian stallion lifted his head, swallowing the substance before allowing his brown eyes to move towards the mare once more. It was nice that the sun was coming back out into the world, it warmed him slightly. As the mare watched him, Amenhotep wondered what her thoughts were. As eyes traveled over the mare’s lovely appearance, he thanked Goddess Isis for bring this mare into the life that she had given her. So much to be thankful for and this was one of them. He watched as her body seemed to be tense from the cold and he wondered if there was anything that he could do. He mentally cursed the God Set, still wondering if he was the cause of the cold, he decided it was best to agree to that. He took in a deep breath and allowed it to flow from his mouth, allowing the mist to billow from his lips and into the world once more came the breath of life. ”It might not taste good, but the litter upon the ground will warm your body… It still had nutrient.” His words were spoken in an accent and they showed he cared for the mare already. He did not want problems, he wanted to help the mare, make sure she was taken care of in this cold land. His eyes moved from her quickly to the falling leave that moved through the air between them, it seemed to be one of the only movements between them. He flicked his tail, the blackness moving behind him like a cascading waterfall. He wondered if the afterlife had blue waterfalls or black waterfalls? It was a thought that had never really occurred to him until now. It was a question for Osiris, the God of the Afterlife… He would know such things as well as Goddess Amentet, the caretake of those whom had gone to the afterlife. He returned his eyes back to as he noticed a wince that had come from her. ”Are you okay?”

[/color] Was she ill? Was she hurt?

A small smile seemed to come to her lips, yet it showed she was wary, possible from fighting the cold. He needed to move himself, the lack of movement was causing him to become very cold and he was not sure how much he would enjoy it after that. Her delicate frame and looks told him she was Arabian or a very well placed mixture, but he would not ask unless she asked him first and it was best to be that way. As she looked away, he tilted his head slightly, watching as she nodded about something. Her own thoughts maybe? He did the same sometimes, it was only normal, right? To become lost in one’s thoughts was natural and that came around every now and then. He had done it more times than he should have, but it was very much the life that came. As he spoke about his name and those that had come before him, he seemed to have grabbed her attention yet again. That was nice, he liked to know that he was being listened to. Most others did as well, it was only a respect thing, to listen to others as they listened to you. ”Much appreciated, sir.” He nodded towards her, smiling at the thought that she had liked his compliment. ”Ah, so you are from Egypt or just your parents?” He smiled and nodded. ”My whole family herd and many from the area… We are the descendants from long lines that come from the ancient civilization of Egypt. My herd in particular served the great pharaohs in a great time… The stories have been passed down through many years. My father is the line of many great leaders for the herd I grew up in. I was born and roamed near the Egyptian ruins.”[/color] He smiled at her, wondering what other questions she might have had running through her delicate head. ”And by my guess, correct me if I'm wrong, you are an Arabian, no?" He nodded towards her. ”Yes, from a very pure Arabian lineage.”[/color]
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As if by a God's blessing, her body miraculously began to cure itself of the numbness. Warmth working its way, second by second, inch by inch, through every bone in her quivering body. The purebred was thankful. Thankful for the God's mercy that they placed upon her. A sigh eluding the closed door of her lips and coming out anyway. Draining into the brisk atmosphere as the rain began to decrease its acceleration from the heavens, still colliding with the solid ground of the earth that was beginning to become chaotic with mud that appeared from beneath the snow. Peaking out ever - so - slightly, but nonetheless presenting its face to the world. To the two equines, more or less, perhaps a bird watching from above in the brisk morning air. Birds, that heavily flapped their wings from above and then soared, scanning the mud - totaled earth at the current moment for worms or an insect of any kind, perhaps even a caterpillar. For their own personal hunger. For their babies, like any other good mother would do. Pine colored eyes following the creature as it soared through the sky, hovering straight into the warm breeze that summer carried through and seemingly enjoying it. Relief sprinting through her body as it touched her, the summer air not only caressing her but everything around as her eyes joyfully flicked from one end of the land to the next. The cold's presence was still about but the breeze helped many, as if coming to her rescue to speed up the process of warming.

Eyes falling back to the stallion when his words graced her presence once more. 'It might not taste good, but the litter upon the ground will warm your body… It still had nutrient.' Words of advice about the grass, litter as he had called it which made a small grin appear on the crossfires of her face. Grass, something she had survived off of for a little too long and a taste that had just become normal to her. A little less than normal, actually. It had more of a bland taste to it more than anything. A bland taste that she hated, and yearned for something other than the leaves that filtered to the ground from foliage and grass that many of equines had trampled upon. Occasional berries here and there during the spring and summer seasons yet were rare to find due to a countless amount of animals wanting them. To just differentiate the taste of the nutrition around them. Foals being a large chunk of the amount that ate them, and Adalain had seen quite a few decease due to eating the poisonous ones - not knowing the difference as their parents let them romp off in their own direction when they were old enough, not paying close attention. 'Are you okay?' He had noticed, indeed. He'd noticed her wince at the thought of her mother.

To pull it off, she laughed lightly. The laugh even sounding fake to her own ears, a laugh that held so many years of hurt behind it yet covered it up with a simple, instinctive noise. "I'm fine, dear. The cold is just getting to me, or it was. I'm starting to get the hang of it now, you could say. Coming from a long line of Arabians, we're not necessarily bred for the colder climates," motioning her head towards the equal Arabian, "you would probably know as well. Your lineage shows through well and it was thorough. Beautiful, really. You should be proud." Smiling, as her tongue fretted the words naturally. Complimenting him on the shown - through lineage of Arabian. His parents must have been thorough about keeping the bloodline intact, and probably scolded him or convinced him to keep it going as well. He held himself gracefully and in a manner that most would not, she supposed it was something that the purebreds had in common. They held a look of pureness about them, and it was nearly impeccable with the flaws here and there. Terrible, terrible flaws. Didn't we all have them? If we didn't, the world would be so perfect that it'd be sickening in a way. We'd all be equal, we'd all be the same tone, we'd all be.. just one thing. Playing follow - the - leader for the Gods as they watched in amusement, but alas, a mistake had slipped up. Causing flaws, and more or less angering the Gods for ruining their entertainment.

'My whole family herd and many from the area… We are the descendants from long lines that come from the ancient civilization of Egypt. My herd in particular served the great pharaohs in a great time… The stories have been passed down through many years. My father is the line of many great leaders for the herd I grew up in. I was born and roamed near the Egyptian ruins.' She nodded slowly, taking in each word carefully. Too carefully, almost. She didn't want to speak to him about it later on and forget what he had said. Storing it in her mind for safe keeping, like she'd always done for all of her conversations with others. Not quite remembering everything, but the important bits. 'Yes, from a very pure Arabian lineage.' She had guessed correctly then, she smiled as he finished speaking, telling her somewhat of his family and where they originated. Egypt, where her great descendants had hailed from and that's where the line was carried down. "They must be proud - your dam and sire, that is. I imagine Egypt is beautiful, I've heard of the pharaohs and the Gods and Goddesses that formerly ruled. It's quite interesting, hearing of all that, considering I'm into a different breed of Gods myself but nonetheless, a believer."

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] Ra blessed Geb with the warmth from above, but that meant blessing for those whom lived in Geb domain, the earth that he ruled over. It was a rather nice feeling, knowing that Ra’s rays reached down onto the earth. It was warming the stallions own white pelt and he noticed maybe the mare was growing warmer. Brown eyes glanced upwards as he noticed that the rain was beginning to die down and he smiled, glancing up at the sky before he spoke. ”I guess Tefnut is finished with her rain.” He said in a quiet and simple voice. It was not hard to tell that the great Goddess had taken the rain away, it was very much seen by anyone and it was nice. Eyes moved downward and looked at the mud that had begun to move from the ice and show itself. The sound of a singing bird could be heard from someplace around them. Were those small animals finally coming from their warm shelters out in the cold air of the Northern Land? He was not completely surprised but he still wondered where they lived. He knew the trees, but he saw no indication of nest above as he looked around. Brown eyes scanned the sky slightly before returning the mare whom also seemed to look back at him. A grin was upon the face of the mare that was with him and he wondered why she was smiling at him. Had he said something funny? He must have but he did not know what. He knew the food upon the ground lacked the lushness of the grasses in the south, but one survived on what they could find. Amenhotep had grown accustom to eating the dry grasses of the desert only on good days could one find grass that was full of life and lush. Amenhotep did not want to take what he had for granted any more, now he had something better and he thanked the Gods for allowing him to find such land. The thought of other things came to mind like the many other eatable things that were within’ this land. There were many things he had never seen before and he had seen other equine eat them while here. He had tried them and they had been rather good. Colorful things that grew from bushes and trees. It was nice and he had learned a few of the names and had remembered stores from his father about how once Egypt flourished with many different foods. As he had asked if she had been alright, he heard a laughter though it did sound a bit on the fake side and he looked at her for a moment. ”I'm fine, dear. The cold is just getting to me, or it was. I'm starting to get the hang of it now, you could say. Coming from a long line of Arabians, we're not necessarily bred for the colder climates." He nodded in agreement there. Arabians were not bred or the cold weather of these lands. ”You would probably know as well. Your lineage shows through well and it was thorough. Beautiful, really. You should be proud." He smiled at her comment and nodded. ”I am very proud of it. My parents want it to stay as pure as possible, though they did give me the choice to find a mate whom I wanted… They never forced me to mate with only Arabians, something I am glad for… However, I want to keep the bloodline pure and strong.”

[/color] He said to her, knowing that some of the herds in their area had arranged mating with the horses. Some of the foals were picked out at birth to be the mate of another and they didn’t get to decided. He had even seen a foal killed because the mother fell in love with another Arabian that was not her betrothed… It was horrible… As he spoke about his history he saw her nod.

Maybe she was interested? That would be nice to find someone that was interested in the past and the history of the others. He didn’t talk too much though, only told her certain points so that he did not go into everything. ”They must be proud - your dam and sire, that is. I imagine Egypt is beautiful, I've heard of the pharaohs and the Gods and Goddesses that formerly ruled. It's quite interesting, hearing of all that, considering I'm into a different breed of Gods myself but nonetheless, a believer." He tilted his slightly at this and his curiosity showed upon his face. ”Different Gods? Hmm, you have sparked my own attention… Whom are these Gods? I worship the great ones of Egypt whom seem to have come ahead of my journey to meet me here.”[/color] He said to her.
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