[C]an [Y]ou [F]eel [T]he [P]ulsing [[ENERGY]]??

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Name:Midnight Sun [Called Midnight]
Breed:Fresian
Gender:Male
Age:6
Height:18.2hh
Coat Colour:A beautiful creme color with deep chocolatte colored rosettes climbing the haunches and front legs. A swirled, icing type coloring of brown and creme mix over his body to create an intricate and unique design over his whole body.
Mane Colour:The same deep chocolatte color that the rosettes are, excepting that it is a tad darker. A creamy stripe waves down his mane, which extends a foot below the extent of his neck.
Tail Colour:The same deep chocolatte color that the rosettes are, excepting that it is a tad darker. A creamy stripe waves down his tail, which extends to trailing the ground for a few inches or more.
Eye Colour:A deep chocolatte color, with deep gold flecks intruding and floating innocently. When he gets angry, the flecks accellerate speed; when he is calm, they are almost still...
Markings:Only a chocolatte colored rosette placed square on his maw, between his two nostils. Other than that, his body is free of imperfection.
Image:There is no image to describe and match Midnight's beauty.
Alliance:Light

The entity approached the land, breath coming in large, visible puffs. He peered around, looking for others, and finding them around the area. He chuckled, searching for someone who looked open to talk to.

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--Sibby, Vel, Me, Pips

[sibber-chow]

Name: Fiana
Breed: Orlov Trotter
Age: 6
Height: 16hh
Coat Color: Black
Mane and Tail: Black with gray mixed in.
Eye Color: Brown
Markings: none
Hooves: Grey
Image:
Alliance: Nuetral/Dark

Fiana was once more skulking the lands for new members. Her herd was getting to be a fair size, but what she needed the most were new stags to increase the diversity in her herd’s lines. It seemed she was lucky today; there was a stag nearby, his scent called the mare. Treading carefully, the ebony approached him, glancing behind her back from time to time to be sure her bubbly daughter had stayed behind in their homelands. Dealing with stags could be dangerous, and she trusted the little filly to be safer on Guarderia de Montana under the eyes of some ravens.

The ebony allowed her own scent to greet the stag before she got too close. The mare surely didn’t wish to catch him off guard. And, after a moment, the ebony gave an authoritative whinny to the stallion. Her crown was held high, crest arched well… afterall, she was ‘royalty,’ the leader of Terra de Rocas. “A rare sight you are, stag…” And that was in truth. It was becoming very rare a sight to meet upon a stallion in these lands… very rare indeed. It seemed more and more mares came to the lands every day, but so rarely did a brute.

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The entity smiled as he approached the vix.

"Gracias, seniorita," he murmured. "Curse me Midnight, what is yours, vix?" he asked, the deep chords ringing out harmoniously against the frosted, wintry air. He smiled and pondered closer to her, cracking several blocks of ice underneath him.

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[L Y N X !]

Name: Lynx
Breed: Arabian
Age: 4
Height: 15hh
Coat Color: A Common Color Chesnut
Mane and Tail: A Shade Lighter Than Her Pelt;Chesnut
Eye Color: Light Forest Green
Markings: A White Stripe Down Her Nose, and white socks on all of her hooves.
Hooves:Grey
Image: *sigh* None
Alliance: Neutral


Lynx nibbled on the poor excuse of grass in the lands of Belle Valle, consious of the few other equines in the area with her. Her banner lashed side to side lazily as she raised her kisser from the ground and took a good look around from her green orb that was behind a certain of her chesnut mane. In the distance, there was a creme-colored brute and a black fae, and her words were carried over to her raddars by the blowing wind,"A rare sight you are, stag.." The chesnut femme tilted her head, resting her gaze on the stag. His pelt was a sight to see, as the other mare had said. Creme with chocolate rosettes; magnificent. She lowered her head in envy of him, and gave it a gentle shake. She flared her delicate nostrails and nickered softly, pricking her ears.

[.r e e d.]

May I join in?

[7chickaa7]

--Yes.