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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The wind rose up and over the cliff, pushing the grasses that grew on top around and backwards. The sound of a slight whistle could be heard as it the wind went through the old lighthouse that stood high over the land on the edge of the cliffs. Beside the old light house stood a white figure, his black mane being pushed from his face revealing brown eyes that looked slightly golden from the sun. What was he doing here? These were not the deserts of Arabia or the sands of Egypt... That was where he had been born and his herd and had moved east and finally, he was told to set out and spread the light of Ra upon other lands. He took in a deep breath of the salty air and then let it out slowly, glancing around the new land and releasing the breath slowly. "Alright, Great Ra... You rule everything, I will bring your name Glory in this land... My offspring will bring you glory." He said, turning slightly and moving to a small area away from the lighthouse to graze and rest for the evening.

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Along the ocean in the far distance a figure played. Silhouetted against the sun, through the surf she ran. Racing the waves and kicking her heels to the water in a game of chase. Long tresses were weighed down by the water and slowly starting the dreadlock, a problem she would have to see too once her time in the water was done. Her game was coming to an end and her stomach was protesting her game. It seemed like her mind was directing her to the distance where the lighthouse stood, the light from the sun illuminating it in the distance. Though the scene was stunning, the beauty was lost on the fae who was more interested in the green scrub surrounding it.

Large brown eyes scanned the area as her hindquarters sent her forward, rolling in a three beat lope as she crossed the sand closing the distance between her and the lighthouse. Her thoughts were not only on eating though, she was drifting with the water currently wondering what her next move would be. Feather was a drifter, thats were she took her own name from. Like a feather she blew from one destination to the next, never worrying about the smaller details only about the broader picture which for her, was to find a territory of her own, somewhere she felt welcome. It wasn't a big picture, it was just a happy one that she believed in. She hadn't been travelling long, however her impatience had been growing leaving her restless and on edge.

Finally her hooves hit the scrub and sand turned into dirt and lone wisps of grass turned into something more substantial. Only then did she notice she wasn't alone. In the vicinity grazed a lone stallion, white coat reflecting the sunshine as his black mane and tail played in breeze the ocean made sure always existed. Drawing her hindquarters underneath her, her movement came to a sudden stop as her ears swivelled forward and her nostrils flared, memorizing the scent in front of her.

Feather wasn't shy however she was careful. She was categorize this male after she felt him out. She wasn't afraid of trouble, in fact the restlessness she was feeling demanded trouble. Somehow it would make her feel like she was further along in her quest then she actually was. She was aware finding a potential place to call home could take months, years even but she was young and wanted that place now.

Her steps to close the distance between them were quick, her extensions in her trot brought her forth quickly. When she reached him her pace did not slow, in fact it only slowed after she circled him bringing her dainty body to face him once more. Brown eyes drank him in as he was a fine male however he could easily open his mouth and prove his appearance the best part of him.

"Well, aren't you pretty." she finally spoke, tones rolling out easily after a long, awkward pause. Feather wasn't know for not being awkward, sometimes social situations stumped her and she just couldn't cope in a natural way. "What's your purpose?"

[Renea]

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The sound of the ocean below the cliff, pounding against the rock as well as the sandy shore below made for a peaceful sound to the arabian. He had heard those sounds before, as his family had traveled to land all across the middle eastern area, from Egypt to Saudi Arabia, gone to the Red sea where a few places sounded like the one he was in. However, he did not remember much greenery there, only brown stalks of grass that had to be chewed for long periods of time before they could actually gain anything from them. He was able to also hear what sounded like hooves hitting sand, a sound that was very familiar to him indeed. His herd lived upon sand, he had been born in sand and raised in it. He lifted his head, but could barely make out the figure coming towards the cliff but he decided to return towards his grazing, having only just found time to rest after a long time of traveling. ”Go my son.” His father’s own words echoed in his mind as he remembered parting with his father from the edges of this new land, where humans no longer touched. His herd did not want to come, they wanted him to start a new herd, one that was new and strong. ”Show the world of the might Ra and the deities of Egypt.” It was his mission to spray the word of his culture and his ways. He would do as his father had asked him to do, he knew it would take time, but that was all he had. Time and he would take his time. That scent, it came from the direction of the other horse and he heard the sound of hooves hitting the ground, they were closer this time. He lifted his head as the gray mare came into view, her pelt like that of soot from the ashes of fire made by humans from faraway lands. He had seen such humans, he was not born here, he was a newcomer and a traveler. He noticed her sudden stop and his brown eyes gazed upon her softly. Another Arabian? Well, this was very refreshing to see. It was good to see others from his breed, a breed of old blood and good blood. Her attention was all on him… Did he frighten her? He was not sure, but he certainly seemed to have brought some surprise to her eyes as she looked at him. He wondered what this young mare could be thinking. She was young, maybe only recently became a true mare, she still had her filly like body, it had not completely filled out yet. She was small too, even for a Arabian… He was fifteen-two hands high, she was maybe… fourteen? It was odd to him, as most in his old her were over fifteen hands, maybe a few were fourteen-three hands tall, but that was few and they were still very strong. As she came towards him, he watched as she circled him, keeping his eyes upon her, flicking his tail to rid himself of the annoying flies that were around. ”Well, aren't you pretty." Her tones came as a roll, smoothly leaving her gray muzzle and filling the air with nice lyrics. He nodded his head in thanks to her words. ”What's your purpose?" What an odd thing to ask a stranger. Did she own this lands? He looked at her for a moment and then lifted his head slightly. "I guess you could say I am looking to start a life, a family outside of my home herd and to bring my culture to this land." He said to her, wondering what she would say to that. His voice had a strange accent, one that proved he was from the land known as Egypt or the middle eastern area. It was thick and deep, strong and gentle all at the same time.

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Being small for her breed was something she was used too. Upon birth her mother took sick and she was an orphan for some time. Luckily another mare dropped her son a few days after Feathers mother passed and she was able to retrieve some nutrition from her. The mare gave her enough to keep her alive but she wanted her son to thrive. Feathers growth was stunted and when she finally was able to feed herself, it was too late. Feather enjoyed her small height, she found she was more nimble than larger horses and able to go and do things they couldn't. As for now her gaze lingered on the male in front of her, deciding finally that they had the same desert blood running through their veins.

Perhaps her question was odd, being speaking it had sounded normal in her minds eye, not to mention if he had an evil purpose unless he was a cocky bastard he would lie. The mare was just being cautious as her body language wasn't relaxed the slightest, radar like ears scanning the surrounding area checking for abnormalities in the normal oceanside life. For all she knew this male could be the leader of a pirate band, the rest of his band hiding in the surrounding dunes.

Impatiently she tossed her head, throwing her near black mane around. She was still restless, heat burning in her soul for something unfound yet. She hoped that her trek wouldn't be a waste of time and energy, she hoped she wouldn't have to head back to the herd she once called home, though it was far from that. With her mother dead, her father abandoned her. No one really wanted her but at the same time they gave her tasks to do that they didn't want too. She was often alone and shunned when she was around. Her natural reaction was to be wary of even friends.

His own lyrics brought her back to the present, as did the strange way he rolled his words. He was definitely not native to this land, he held the feel of someone with a purpose. His words came easy, his destiny was clear for him. Though she didn't know what he meant by some of his words.

"Culture?" she asked. All she knew was hierarchy and the fact that she was on the bottom rung. She knew others would try and push her around but also was determined not to let that happen again. She had the heart of an alpha and the ability to rule with guidence. "What do you mean by that?" She stomped her hind leg as some of the flies decided they were hungry, tail working to keep them off of her body.

[Renea]

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] Arabian were small, agile and strong, just as strong as some larger horses, it was something they had because of their size. Their smaller frame allowed for stronger bones and muscles. Their hooves were designed for running on the sands of the great land far from here. Some, he guessed, were just smaller Arabians and he was sure they were just as good as other Arabians. He just wasn’t used to seeing smaller Arabians, his herd just didn’t have them. It wasn’t a bad thing though, just something he would have to get used to. Horses were born different, it was normal and something he could not just put away. Difference was good and bad, but it was life. He wondered if it ran in her blood to be smaller than other horses of their breed? Was it something that happened to her while she was young? He wondered what this young mare wanted and why she wasn’t still with her own herd. She was so very young, she should have been staying with her family for a few more years, to learn more things before setting out on her own. It wasn’t easy… He had a good foundation, had a strong knowledge of what he wanted and what he was meant to do. Bring the knowledge of his culture and his views to this world. He noted that her body was not at all relaxed, that she was slightly tense and she was scanning the area with her ears carefully. As she tossed her nearly black mane, he could tell that she was slightly impatient and restless. He wondered what she had been doing, what she was thinking and what she wanted. She had plenty of energy it seemed and that was from both her age and her breed. He flicked his tail slightly, his body relaxed, but not because he wasn’t wary of the situation, he held caution, but it was because he wanted her to relax. He didn’t want any problems, he had only just arrived. He didn’t need to get into a fight here on his first day of rest. ”Culture?" Amenhotep nodded towards her as she asked the question with just one word. He looked at her for a moment, brown eyes staying softly on the mare as he waited to see what else she might want to say. She looked like she wanted to say something, though he did not know what, he was sure to find out sooner or later from her. ”What do you mean by that?" He looked at her for a moment and wondered about the question. "I grew up in a place known as Egypt, where the humans rule the land... My herd traveled over the sands of that area and the sands of other human countries in that area... We have passed down the stories of our ancestors and lived in the land of our ancestors... My father and my herd traveled east and found this land and it is where I left them... To bring the history of my herd and my ancestors... The knowledge of the great Egyptian Gods and Goddesses whom protect us." He said to the mare, a smile on his face as she would be the first to hear of such things if she wanted to hear them. WC. 550 TAG. feather by azzy COM. comment goes here SONG. it's not my time by three doors down

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Feather wasn't finding it easier to relax, intact it was almost like she was getting revved up by the stallions cool and calm antics. His reassuring presence wasn't having a positive effect on her and slowly she started up a pace. Feather was never used to being around others for this long. Her winter coat that was slowly starting to shed out covered the scars on the body from quick bites and kicks that she received when she stood around for too long. She wasn't wanted for conversation so the fact she was having one now…well it was understandable that she was not comfortable.

She was young, only just reaching her second year of life and her body showed promise of the mare she was going to be but with the filly mentality still attached. Tossing her head to get her mane out of her eyes she almost seemed to dance around the stud, stopping only long enough to snatch pieces of grass and chew them quickly. When she left her previous herd she hadn't really thought about the small details, she just had to get out and leave. The head stallion was starting to get really aggressive towards her and the last thing she needed was to carry his vile seed within her womb.

Feather stilled when his vocals picked up again, as his the lyrics he spoke and the accent he had helped sooth her tired soul. Her dance stopped momentarily as she drank in his words. She had nothing to believe in where she came from, nothing to hope for. He held promise of hope.

"Humans? Hum. OH! I have heard stories of humans. They are dangerous and wield firesticks. They could hurt you from miles away. They would fly through the sky and herd you to a destination before either selling you to their kind or killing you. I do not like them, nor do I want to run into one." Feathers voice rose and fell with her emotions. When she was calm she would speak softly and lyrical, when she was fired up her words flew from her mouth, almost onto of each other. She held passion, and lots of it. "Wait, Gods? Goddesses? You mean you worship them?" She was confused by this, horses were Gods themselves, running across the plains like they had wings, answering to no one except themselves. Still standing relatively still, she stomped her front foot and continued to eat, waiting for his reply with interest.



ooc: sorry that one was cruddy :\

[Renea]

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] Well, she was not calming down or relaxing, which is something he found rather odd and slightly tensing. He tried his best not to focus on that aspect of her body language, she was beginning to pace and he wondered why. Her winter coat he could tell was shedding, something he had shed at the beginning of the year during their travels. It wasn’t something he had wanted, but since his herd had moved across warmer locations, his body shed the old coat early and then he had come into colder areas. He was just happy he was in a location now and it was spring and not winter. He would have frozen had it been winter, but he hadn’t. As he observed her movements, he noticed scars along her body and they looked like the scars of bite marks and hooves from fellow horses. ”Dear child, what happens to your beautiful coat to cause such scaring?” He asked, knowing he probably should not of said anything, but it concerned him. The thought about her reason for being so tense came when he thought of her possible age. She looked young and it possible contributed to why she was so antsy and moving around so much. As she moved around and tossed her delicate head, he felt that she was giving him a little show, dancing for him like the maidens of Egypt that danced for their people to entertain. He didn’t mean to make the thought in his head, but it was something he thought about. He had heard stories of such maidens and the Egyptian horses that saw this passed on their stories. It was why the herd took in the beliefs and actions of their once human masters. The Arabians were not worshipped like the cats and other animals of the world, but they were highly wanted and taken good care of. It was why his herd had adopted the Egyptian culture and carried it down generation after generation. As he had spoken his last words, he noticed that she had calmed slightly and that she had listened to him. Did he have that much effect on another living soul to bring a stilling effect on them? He wondered what her thought process was and he watched her for a moment as she seemed to ponder his words in her own mind before speaking. ”Humans? Hum. OH! I have heard stories of humans. They are dangerous and wield firesticks. They could hurt you from miles away. They would fly through the sky and herd you to a destination before either selling you to their kind or killing you. I do not like them, nor do I want to run into one." He chuckled, having heard the same idea from other horses they had come across in their own travels. ”I have heard that many times.”

[/color] He said, shaking his head slightly. ”Several hundreds of years ago, my herd was the herd of the great Egyptians… We were used to pull their chariots through the deserts in war and taken very good care of. When their nations fell into the hands of others, my ancestors and the ancestors of others in my herd fled and have been a wild herd ever since… The Egpytians never took the spirit of us away like many human do today.”[/color] He said to the mare, smiling slightly at the stories his father told him, those passed down from his herd through word of mouth.

”Wait, Gods? Goddesses? You mean you worship them?" He looked at her for a moment, surprised by her own surprise and then nodded. ”Yes, of course… They protect us… The humans no longer worship them for they believe them as old myths, but the horses know better…They have blessed my herd generation after generation from being captured by cruel humans for greedy reasons. Amun created all living things to worship him and the other Gods and Goddesses of his counsel.”[/color] He said to the mare, looking at her for a moment.
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Feathers winter coat was becoming quite itchy since the temperature started heating up. She yearned to roll in the scruff, itch herself all over. Leave some of the ugly winter fur behind but the strangers presence didn't allow her to break her formal state of at attention. When he spoke of her scars she then wished that thought away, knowing her whole body was covered in these nicks, scraps and scars. She hung her head in ashame, turning her body away from him and walking up to the ridge overlooking the ocean below. The slight breeze that she had enter upon had started to speed up and it was obvious that there was a storm on the horizon as dark clouds billowed and made their way inland. The storm still had a far way to go but watching it roll dangerously towards them only managed to make the scene more surreal.

"My family. They were a bunch of cheery folk, well, until I entered the scene. Then it was like walking into a viper pit." her voice was soft and depending if he had followed her up the ridge he would have just caught it. She still had nightmares about them, they chased her through the night like a persistent predator, unwilling to let his prey rest. A deep sigh escaped her. For being so young she was growing older by the second, the responsibility of having to raise herself robbed her of the chance at childhood.

Turning to him he was continuing his story, the story about his ancestors and how they were once ruled by humans. He said they were treated well, always taken care of until they lost a war. Traditions were lost and they fled to keep their spirit. "But even in the end your humans couldn't protect you. I still do not like them and will never be one of their packmules." There was a steely glint in her voice as she spoke. If her own kind could treat her like dirt she wouldn't allow another species too. The storm continued its lazy creep along the water, flashes of lighting striking down every so often. The breeze had cooled with promise of a drenching in the near future, the breeze also smelt clean and refreshing.

"Your gods and goddesses protect you? Why wouldn't they protect me then?" Feather snorted as a look of helplessness came to her. Her posture seemed to slouch, ears droop, and eyes look over the stormy sea, waves starting to pick up and crash against the rocks. Feather was thinking, thinking about how belief could have saved her, saved her from beatings, save her mother from dying and keep her father from running off. Why did they only serve his herd? Why not all horses. Feather took another bite of the tough grass that grew on the shores, thinking about taking shelter in the near future. She hated getting wet.

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The site of her winter coat told him she was possible uncomfortable in the warmer air. Spring would soon be coming to an end and she would want to get rid of the thick pelt to make way for your young summer pelt. She was still young though, her coat did not have that adult shine yet. Maybe three would make her coat shine, right now she was just so young. As he asked about her scars, he noticed her head hang slightly and her body turn from him, moving towards the ridge nearby. He moved with her, but kept his distance, he didn’t want to intrude on her privacy, but he could tell something had happened to her. Those scars were not from a wildcat, one could tell the difference between slashes and bite marks from fellow horses. He wanted to know, who had caused such pain to this lovely and young mare. ”My family. They were a bunch of cheery folk, well, until I entered the scene. Then it was like walking into a viper pit." He inhaled the air around him swiftly and his voice came out. ”Dear mare, you are barely more than a child… How could someone allow this? Your mother, why did she not protect you?” He was amazed that anyone would harm a child. He looked to the sky, seeing that night was coming and knowing that soon, Nut, the wife to Ra would be coming down to Geb, the God of earth to be with him. Nut was the Goddess of the sky and she had fallin’ in love with the Earth God. Ra had been so angry with his wife and there is a story about that anger, but now was not the time to place it. Soon, Nut would be upon the earth, the Sun God Ra would die and travel the Underworld on his night voyage. He would then be reborn again, but right now, he was setting and dying. His eyes went to the mare, waiting to her more. He had spoken about his ancestors, about how they had left due to the destruction of their humans and how they had fled to be free. ”But even in the end your humans couldn't protect you. I still do not like them and will never be one of their packmules." He chuckled at her and lifted his head. ”No, they could not, they had to protect their own families, but we were protected by the Gods, if not we would have been slaves to a new people, to people who did not respect us like the people of Egypt.”

[/color] He said to her as he remembered the stories his father had taught him. It had been such a lovely history lesson, he had done a very good job at passing down the history of Amenhotep’s family. ”Your gods and goddesses protect you? Why wouldn't they protect me then?" He looked at her for a moment, his eyes turning towards the stormy seas and then back to her. ”The Gods protect those who chose to accept them… You knew nothing about them… You did not send your prayers to them and they did not know you… They cannot help someone who does not know them. But, they are also not going to prevent bad things from happening in this world. They will not interfere too much with life, it is not in their way.”[/color] He said, looking back at the storm that was coming and glancing to the stone building, the lighthouse.

His mind ran and he gasped. ”I must ask your forgiveness, my dear… I am Amenhotep, son of Ahmore and Tjenna."[/color] He said, bowing down in respect to the mare as well as the fact she was a stranger and not part of his herd. If he had been a pharaoh of a herd, it would not have been required, but he was not. He was a prince, but he had taken himself from that herd and was now on his own, no longer a Pharaoh or a Prince.
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Lifting a hind foot, she skillfully scratched her neck, underneath her wild damp mane. As she scratched tuffs of dark fur fell, leaving the lighter and glossier summer coat underneath. Satisfying that itch, she turned back to her companion, brown eyes soft. He didn't understand how some herds behaved; they weren't all based on order. Hers ran more on chaos. "My mother died birthing me. My father took off like the sleaze he was. I was unwanted, I've always been unwanted." Her voice was empty. She had come to terms with the fact that she was unwanted early in her life. She learned to harden her heart, to bite back. Towards the end of her stay with her herd she had started fighting back, throwing kicks, taking chunks with her teeth. She raised welts, made the others bleed. In those moments she felt like she still had power, but afterwards the head stallion would beat her into submission. Her spirit was strong and it hadn't been subdued. Hence the reason she was alone and on the move.

As the stallion continued, Feather tilted her head. It sounded like their Gods and Goddesses worked on belief verses actual proof. After being beaten down for so long it would take more then a stranger talking about the Gods and Goddesses for her to actually believe it. It was interesting to hear…but Feather wasn't sure it was for her. Tail continued to swish away vermin as the milk white male started to talk again, she listened intently but at the same time the storm was getting closer. Her fur was starting to stand on end as electricity flew through the air and lighting struck not far from the pair. "In the end you will always have to protect yourself. No God or Goddesses could protect me from the monsters of my own family, if I prayed to them or if I didn't. We are alone. We are alone in birth, we are alone in death." Feathers tones were dark but not angry, just depressed. The idea of living and dying alone was unsettling, but it was the truth. No one could follow you in your death, no one could help you once you crossed that path.

Slowly the storm was catching up with mainland and a fine mist started falling from the sky. Though the day was warm, the mist was cold and matched the damp mood Feather was in. His last sentence surprised her. He was asking her forgiveness? Her brown eyes blinked as she pondered why he was apologizing. Then he spoke his name, 'Amenhotep,' a mouthful for sure and it was followed by his parents names. What that meant she could only muse but she figured he must have been important once upon a time, when he was surrounded by his own. He named his parents like they were important, thus making him important. Which surprised her even further was when he bowed down before her, like she herself was something important. She wasn't important, she was only an orphan. "No need to give forgiveness when you have yet to do any wrong. It's a pleasure to met you Amenhotep. I am Feather, simply Feather." In truth she didn't even know her parents names, they were never talked about and when the mare asked she was only beaten into silence. She learned to avoid the topic altogether. The most she knew was she had her fathers pelt and her mothers eyes. With the mist starting to come down harder, she turned and looked towards the woods, where pines and maples stood close enough together to offer some shelter. "Shall we take shelter from this storm?"

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] As it seemed the moment went on, the stallion noticed her scratch her neck and pulled the winter coat from her young summer coat. It was a bit glossier, but that could easily come from the water she already had present on her own body. She was a rather pretty mare, he would give her that, but he was not a fast mover when it came to any form of relationships. He liked to have friends first and then develop it more, but right now, he had a feeling this mare needed some form of friendship, someone there who cared. ”My mother died birthing me. My father took off like the sleaze he was. I was unwanted, I've always been unwanted." He snorted and tossed his head in slight anger at this. A herd as created to be there for each other. He turned slightly, looking to the last rays of sun. ”May Ra allowed Sekhmet to bring destruction upon them and allow Osiris to thrust them into death. Such beings should not be allowed to live upon this earths. Herds are created to help each other, to be a family… Yours was not.” He said, turning his head back to her and showing sympathy in his brown eyes. ”I am sorry about your mother, I am sure she would have been a great one.”

[/color] He said, never saying anything bad about the dead, as Osiris would not be happy about that, especially if the dead were not known to you.

He watched the storm coming and he snorted, wondering what would come of this storm. Ra was dying, he would soon be traveling the underworld, it would be twelve hours before he was reborn and fly the skies once again. He knew that his beliefs were not going to be accepted easily here, but he would take his time. If the horses of this land did not accept, his family was sure to at least accept, to know the great Gods and Goddesses and the History of their ancestors. ”In the end you will always have to protect yourself. No God or Goddesses could protect me from the monsters of my own family, if I prayed to them or if I didn't. We are alone. We are alone in birth, we are alone in death." He looked at her for a moment, saddened that she thought such things. He walked over towards her and looked out over the cliff. ”In Egypt, we believe in many different things. In death, the Goddess Amentet was there to welcome to dead to their new home… She brought the dead food and water, to make sure they were taken care of in the time of death… Many of the family of the dead would bring these food to temples in Egypt and she would take the food to the dead… She was there with them… In birth, the Goddess Heqet was there during childbirth and Bes was there to protect the women in childbirth… Unfortunately, even they cannot stop Osiris from coming to take another away from this life… We are taught that everyone had their time…”[/color] He said to the mare, looking to the sky as lightning hit upon the water of the ocean, the air tingling with the static from the land. He looked back to the mare. ”Your mother was not alone in death, she had you there and I am sure she loved you and saw you before she died… You are alive today because someone was protecting you… I am sorry so many things happened to you in your short life.”[/color] His voice was soft and the thunder shook the ground.

The storm was terrible and he wondered if Kek and Kauket were trying to bring darkness and chaos once again, but he knew that the other great Gods would not allow it for too long. Right now, he would merely wait it out. He saw the last of the rays of sun and he let out a sigh. Nut was down, with her love while Ra traveled through the underworld upon his boat, going through the first of twelve doors. He returned his attention to the light house and he knew it was large inside, he had poked his head in their earlier, he was sure it would bring good shelter for the evening. He seemed to have surprised her with his last actions, those of his name and his parentage. ”No need to give forgiveness when you have yet to do any wrong. It's a pleasure to meet you Amenhotep. I am Feather, simply Feather." He smiled and lifted his head. ”Such a lovely name, Feather. It is a true pleasure and blessing of Min.”[/color] He said, speaking of Min was not as common as some of the other gods of Egypt, as he was one of the Gods who protected travelers, and he had protected Amenhotep during his own travels and had brought him to meet the lovely made before him.

”Shall we take shelter from this storm?" He glanced over at her and nodded. ”Not sure if you would like it, but the lighthouse holds very stable structure. It would make good shelter for the evening.”[/color] He said to her, motioning towards the building. He had no problems with human building, his family had once lived within’ structures made by the Egyptian humans.
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Relationships had never crossed her mind before. Just growing out of being a filly and having the upbringing she's had, well, the thought of having a positive relationship where she trusted and relied on someone else had never crossed her mind. She didn't trust anyone else, for all she knew they were all biding their time to strike and chase her out. In her travels she met other equines, some travelling in small bands and others alone like her. She had received invitations to join them but she declined all of them. She trusted herself, she didn't trust strangers. The fact that she had stayed and talked so much to Amenhotep was a miracle. Usually she asked the typical questions, exchanged pleasantries, talked about the weather, then left. This was the first time she had planted, reluctant to leave. She was tired. So tired. Tired of doing it all alone, tired of waking up ready to run, tired of silence. Amens voice was soothing and different. Maybe she would stay with him for awhile, maybe she wouldn't. She hadn't decided but the thought of sleeping with another to watch her back so she could actually sleep did sound like heaven.

When he exploded and cursed her previous herd she could only smile. She had no idea the Gods he was talking about but maybe they would cast poor fortune in their direction. Maybe it would rain on them for days and their fur would rot off and their feet turn to mush. The thought of their suffering did bring a smile to her face even if it was a malicious thought. After they treated her poorly she couldn't wish them happiness, she wasn't a bigger person in that aspect. "I don't even know my mothers name. No one would tell me. Whenever I asked they'd would tell me that the dead didn't matter, if I was lucky anyways. Normally they just booted me out of the way."

In the distance the sun set with the coming of the storm, making an eerie light cast upon the hill the stood on. The reds, yellows and oranges were muted as the dark clouds and dark sky started to catch up and blend, making everything look like a mess upon the horizon. The colours washed against the two equines, softening the mood further as Amen then started to talk about how his people were never alone, how they had Gods and Goddesses to stand beside you in life and death. They were pretty thoughts and in a way comforting. As he spoke she could see he believed his words and the wonder in his eyes as he spoke…it was almost contagious. His stories growing up were already better then her own nightmares. When he spoke of her mother again, she could picture Amentet feeding her mother and giving her a deep drink. Congratulating her of the birth of her daughter, how strong her heart beat and the shrill call of her whinny. Osiris came and took her mother to save her from her herds cruel ways, for her mother wasn't liked either. That much Feather knew was true, and it was a sad fact. One of the reasons she ran away was because she didn't want to die like her mother after long years of abuse. She wanted more then that, she deserved more then that.

"I know where my mother is she's happy. She may not be with my pa, but she's kicking her heels up at something. And don't apologize for my life. Yes it has been rough but its also helped create me. Guaranteed that if I wasn't treated the way I was and just ignored I would still be there now. I have more chances at happiness now. More then I had before. Yes, maybe being born into a happy childhood would have been easy, but now…I'm stronger. Even if I'm smaller. I bet I could whomp your pretty little butt." She teased him before jumping at the loud thunder, thunder that made the earth tremble. Out of all storms, she hated thunderstorms the most. Not only did she get wet but the electric charge along with the loud noises it made scared her.

Feather glanced back at the stud after she introduced herself, wondering who this Min god was. She figured she had asked him enough questions though about the Gods and Goddesses of his land and just bowed her head in a polite manner. The storm drew closer and the mist was changing into drops. When he suggested the lighthouse Feather shuddered. He wouldn't get her near that thing, she didn't trust human structures nor did she like to be in them. She had taken shelter in an abandoned cottage before and nearly got locked in after the door blew shut on her. Since then she avoided them. "The forest? Buildings…I don't think I could last in a building." The thought made her antsy and tighten up. She knew she wouldn't sleep in there. At least in the woods she would be able too. "What about the forest? Over there? There are some tall pine trees as well as maple. The ground will be soft and though we may get damp the door won't trap us in." She hoped he would agree as she shied at another struck of lightening, this time closer then the others.

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] Being around other horses was something he was used to, not being on his own, but he knew such a think had to happen to move on from his parents and go out on his own. Make a family and become something more. He had to make new relationships, had to make new ties and had to make something else of himself. He had barely met many on his way to this land, once he crossed over the western desert into Beless, only looking back once he made it past there to the beginning of a thin forest that lead to the rest of the new land. He wanted to see if his family were traveling far behind, but nothing came into view. They had turned back to head towards the area they wanted to live in. Why did they not want to come to this new land? He did not understand why completely, but he had an idea as to why. He just decided not to think on it much, he didn’t want his mind to wonder away from the lovely mare that he was making conversation with. He wanted to focus on her and enjoy his time with her, without his mind wondering to many other thoughts, though it seemed to wonder anyway. Amenhotep had the mind of his father, he believed in the Justice that the Goddess Ma’at provided his family and his father was very just. When something happened within’ the herd, they were punished, sometimes… That included death… Like the death of a friend’s father… The stallion had raped a young mare in their herd, but no one saw it… Father waited until the child was born and then, saw how the foal looked like the father completely and sent out the sentence… The stallion died at the hooves of Amenhotep’s own father and his father never lost a wink of sleep over it. ”The order of Ma’at has been set forth… No more will he stalk the mares of my herd.” Amenhotep remembered the words well and also remembered how the foal was abandoned by the mare and taken in by another mare whom had lost her child only recently. No one treated that child differently, only the mother who just hated to be reminded of her terrible experience, but she was never cruel to the child, nor was she hateful. ”I don't even know my mother’s name. No one would tell me. Whenever I asked they'd would tell me that the dead didn't matter, if I was lucky anyways. Normally they just booted me out of the way." He shook his head, not able to believe that anyone could be so cruel to a young child. Amenhotep could not help but have the hope of what his own believes brought to him, it was a hope that he carried with him everywhere and he didn’t want that to end. He noticed that as the sun began to set behind the storm clouds, he noticed her eyes soften as he spoke about his belief in life and death. It was good to see some form of softness in those eyes that were harder before. He hoped that it brought enough comfort to her, know that she would be okay during that time. Though he would not believe, it was possible that his gods were nothing more than myths, but he would never believe such things. "I know where my mother is she's happy.” He smiled at those words, at least she was at peace with her own mother’s death, though she had only been a newborn at her mother’s passing. ”She may not be with my pa, but she's kicking her heels up at something. And don't apologize for my life. Yes it has been rough but it’s also helped create me. Guaranteed that if I wasn't treated the way I was and just ignored I would still be there now. I have more chances at happiness now. More than I had before. Yes, maybe being born into a happy childhood would have been easy, but now…I'm stronger. Even if I'm smaller. I bet I could whomp your pretty little butt." He chuckled, looking at her for a moment before seeing her jump and turning towards the closer storm. Oh yes, Kek and his wife Kauket were bring forth darkness and destruction to the land and he was sure it was because he was bring the words of his culture to this land. Amenhotep glanced over his shoulder at the building, watching the wind push some vines into the window. He had noticed she had shuddered at the mention of the lighthouse and he was confused. He saw nothing wrong with the lighthouse… ”The forest? Buildings…I don't think I could last in a building." He looked at her confused for a moment, wondering why she didn’t like buildings so much. ”What about the forest? Over there? There are some tall pine trees as well as maple. The ground will be soft and though we may get damp the door won't trap us in." He chuckled for a moment. ”Well, the door you won’t have to worry about, it is broken and leaning against the inside of the wall inside… but…” He said, looking at the forest as it began to mist against him. He glanced up at the sky and hoped that the Goddess Tefnut, goddess of rain, wasn’t going to allow Kek and Kauket to take over this storm completely and cause it to floor in some places. In Egypt, rain was good and bad and Tefnut was worshipped for good rains. ”I guess we could.”

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img837/3439/middleq.jpg] A long yet comfortable stretch of silence fell between the two as they both gazed over the sea at the incoming storm. Both seemed lost in their own thoughts and Feathers thoughts chased and crashed into each other, one after another. If horses could get a headache then she had one. Amenhotep has brought memories back to her, memories she had been working so hard to forget. She hadn't mentioned Hawke though nor would she ever. Hawke was the only decent equine to her, the only thing that kept her there for so long. Son to the king, he was royalty and she was the scarlet letter. Half of her beatings were from the king because of Hawke. He kept beating her in hopes that his son would leave her alone on her behalf and so that Feather would leave. Both were young and stupid. Feather thought she could beg him to come with her, Hawke would do no such thing. It was her legacy to lead and there were always more mares. A sigh escaped her lips as she remembered his face and the softness of his voice. Though she yearned for him she knew he was garbage. All those times she was beat he stood there, he didn't turn against his father and nor did he leave her alone. He was selfish and fickle and not about to change. Finally Amen interrupted her from her morose thoughts, evidently still wanting to stay in the lighthouse dispute her discomfort. She shifted her weight as another shudder ran down her back. She walked towards the building after a moments pause and went to stand in the doorway. Glancing in she could see the element had started to take back the lighthouse, turning it into a home and haven for lots of sea creatures. The floor was covered in bird droppings and it reeked of ammonia from the animals waste. As she was looking around another crash of lightning streaked through the air and thunder boomed. The lighthouse amplified the sounds and Feather being as nervous as she was to start, overreacted and flung herself backwards, eyes wide and ears buried in her skull and without a second glance back to Amen, Feather dashed into the woods, jumping the bushes as she crashed through the branches. Creating a rather large path of destruction for the stallion to follow. She ran for longer then she'd like to admit but in the end she tripped, fell and landed in a not so bad shelter from the storm. Feather had fallen into a clearing which a den was present. Obviously an abandoned den from some sort of predator, a whiney erupted from her mouth as she pulled herself up into a more graceful laying position, letting Amenhotep know where she was. Since she was on the ground anyways, her damp winter coat was also hot and oh so much more itchier now after her mad dash. Feather finally took the time to roll, and roll she did. Back and forth she wiggled, really digging her neck and shoulders into the ground and thus covering herself in damp earth. When she felt somewhat saited, she slowly drew herself into a standing position. She spoke out loud, not noticing if Amen had caught up with her and witnessed her graceful face plant turned into, I did that on purpose to roll. "Well…sorry you had to see that." she sheepishly apologized,, shaking the loose dirt from her coat. She then turned herself towards the den and the thought of a deep nights sleep. "I don't know about you Amenhotep, but I'm tired." She ached everywhere and thanks to her tumble the headache that was starting early was now full force. Blinking her eyes, she shook her head lightly trying to work out the kinks in her neck. Stumbling into the cave, she didn't bother to first check that it was empty before collapsing in a heap. "Well Amenhotep, tell me more about you. I know about your beliefs and what you were raised on, but what about you. Have you ever done anything naughty" Feathers voice was wicked low as she winked at him. She wasn't talking sexual unless he wanted to take it that way, she just wanted to know if there was a devil inside the saint. Amen just seemed like a god himself and wouldn't step off the beaten path to have some fun. Feather could be a sly little thing when she wanted to, slippery as hell and hard to catch. She had pulled nasty pranks in the past, sabotaging others and ruining their credentials. She had her moments when she gave into the naughty voice on her shoulder and ignored the logical one telling her to think it over. She just didn't think he did. He was golden.

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[atrb=background,http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee403/lindseyrichardson1991/Horse%20RPG/Background_zps27afc909.jpg] The stallion trusted the humans buildings, as they were scattered around Egypt and made to last for many, many years. Sure, those buildings were thousands of years old, but they still stood strong. Humans did not make buildings like that now, but the light house, it was made of stone, it was not made from just wood like others were. That was nice, it held more foundation and he liked it. However, he was not the only one who was going to be staying that night in the building, maybe he could change her mind when she was drenched from head to toe and freezing in the cold spring night. It was much colder at night during spring then in summer, but that was normal… However, the desert nights were harsher and much colder than the land he stood. It seemed like she was going to give it a try, to go into the building. He stayed back, not wanting to crowd her if she got spook from something that could be inside. He hadn’t smelt any animals other than birds, which had made this place their home many years ago. The scent was horrible, but it was protection from the storm, even she could see that… Thunder… It blared over head after a strike of lightning. ”Damn you Kek.” He thought to himself and his brown eyes turned to the mare, whom had back out and bolted towards the trees. The rain had begun to hit down and he looked up to the sky. ”Tafnut, why could you not wait to come to this land?”

[/color] He asked, taking off into the forest, but at a slower past. He moved, following the path of destruction the mare had carved out for herself. ”Great Min, protect her in her fear during this short travel, put her in a place of safety and help me find her.”[/color] He said as he followed her path carefully and finally, a clearing came and he saw where she had fallen and pulled up the green ground from the forest floor.

The darkness had come to the land, the last rays were covered by the storm that Tafnut had brought, but with her came the couple of destruction, Kek and his wife… He thought he heard a lot of movement, but he stood back, not interrupting her in case she was doing something in private like removing the thick winter fur. He did that in private himself, he doubted others wanted company during that time as well. As he noticed her light gray body appear, he smiled and moved over towards her, where a nice den had been crafted, possible just for them by the Gods many years ago. ”Well… Sorry you had to see that." He chuckled and looked at her. It is fine.”[/color] He said to her, glancing around before they moved towards the den.

”I don't know about you Amenhotep, but I'm tired." He was also tired, but he had a feeling she needed more rest then he needed. He would keep watch while she slept if she wanted him to. It was only how a gentleman should act and he was a true gentleman raised to care for those around him. As they went in, she did not take long to find a place to lay down and at that point, the Goddess Tafnut allowed the rain to come down hard and strong. He looked out and chuckled. ”Tafnut did not give me time to come to this land before she brought her rain and storms… Unfortunately, she brought others with her.”[/color] He said, glancing around for a moment and leaning against the earthen wall that was on one side.

”Well Amenhotep, tell me more about you. I know about your beliefs and what you were raised on, but what about you. Have you ever done anything naughty." He glanced over at her, realizing that he had in fact, only spoken about his Gods and Goddess, those who protected him and gave him both reason to live and a home to live in. ”If you consider being young a reckless in my days naughty, I guess I have… I was the son of the ruler of a herd, my father the son of the last… It has been passed down many and many times through my blood. My brother and I were the next in lines and same with our own children when we decided to have a family… My brother and I use to… Sneak away at night to cause problems for another herd in the area… It was our way o rebelling and getting a fight in here and there… I had to grow up sooner or later…”[/color] He said, looking down slightly as he chuckled slightly at the memory of still being a young colt. He was not much older, only three years older, but he had learned. ”Now, when my herd came to the board of the Western Desert, I was asked if I want to give up my right to the herd and go bring our life here… I agreed and my brother took the title of next in line, where as I came here to bring what I knew here.”[/color]
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