Storyline,
Love and Hate, they are so alike.

I don't wear designer clothes, I don't go to the finest schools. But I know, I ain't no foo-ool baby. I may not be a star, I am not driving the sickest car. But I know, I can make you happy-y baby.

A body marked by the past of this beloved creature entered the area that was called BMH these days. His appearance was unknown for most creatures here. Well let us say as for all actually, because Shamrock was an outsider, a horse with no purpose, a horse with no family, ... In short, a horse with no meaning. But Shamrock was wrong. He does have a family, but they don't know the forced stallion had survived the assassination attempt. He knew he was blessed finding his way again, he knew that better than anybody else, but still.. He was missing his own melody, the melody of his life. Something that would make him feel better, that could cheer him up when he was down. Finding something that could compare would be his new quest of the day. He wasn't someone who looked forward in life, no he just lived the present moment.

Eventually he stopped at a little river, where he pitched his nose in the air. He was wondering.. What would happen today. (...)
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** For english people, or dutch, doesnt really matter. I just love speaking english n.n

A cherry bay mare struggled to open her eyes. The few times she managed to open them, her eyesight was so blurry that she couldn't see or observe her surroundings. She gave up, and laid her head back down. She didn't know who she was, where she was, or even what she was.
Her normal eyesight slowly returned to the mare. Along with that, a name came to her: Cerise. It wasn't just any name, it was her name.
Cerise stood up, shivering in the icy cold weather. Her bright green eyes quickly surveyed the land around her. She was on the side of a large hill, barely a mountain. She spotted a little river in the distance and decided that it was most likely the best place to go. She galloped down the hill, eager to get to the river.
The small journey gave her some time to think. The mountains surrounding her were a majestic sight to bear, but they weren't familiar. At this point, she had nothing. No friends, no family, no place to call home. Cerise wanted to remember what had happened to her. She was a full grown horse, so she was bound to have a past.
Cerise skidded to a halt about two or three feet away from the river, spotting a stallion on the other side. She froze, staring at him, wondering if he would notice her.

Cerise flicked her ears back, but remained where she was, ready to spring if things got bad. She was more cautious than anything, her survival instincts were unusually strong, and always had been.
If Cerise had known where she was, she wouldn't have hesitated to fire up the stallion. She was a trouble maker, and to make matters worse, a stubborn one. She would only take orders from horses above her rank, and if you dared to order her around, she'd do everything in her power to kill you. She was a strong mare, and hated to be underestimated, but sometimes, she really does overestimate herself. Despite all her flaws, she loved to play around with stallion's hearts. She always found it so amusing when they fought over her, only then to discover she wasn't at all fond of them.
Cerise decided it was better to take a more friendly approach to the stallion. If she ran, she'd most likely be frozen to death, get even more lost than she already was, or meet another horse who was more bothered by her presence than this stallion.
She smiled timidly, and took a small step forward. "Hello," Cerise said, lowering her head slightly, and trying to look as harmless as possible.

** there is one mistake in my topic, she said hello, not her name, my bad n.n

** It's okay, we'll pretend she said "hello, my name is Cerise." (;

**Sorry for disappearing! I've been extremely busy lately.