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Loyd was troubled. It wasn't a feeling that really bothered her too much anymore, as she seemed to feel this way a lot. She used to conceal her pain, but lately she had realized that not many others were around to notice her worries. She used to get so caught up in her troubles, that when she could no longer contain them, she would find herself harming others without meaning to.

In the darkness, she knew only of the general direction she was headed. She knew where she was only because of the brightness of the stars and the moon, which shone down upon the cape with a lovely radiance. It lit up the path before her, which wound around the side of the cliff face. She could hear the ocean on one side of the path, and stuck as far from the the other side of the path as possible.

She stopped under a tree, watching the leaves make light and shadow patterns on the grass below it. A bright red leaf circled slowly down before landing in her dark mane as a slight breeze carried familiar and unfamiliar smells to her nose. Lifting her head, she stared towards the ocean, the silent blue killer, she said. A small shiver ran down the length of her body as a stronger gust of wind sent chilly morning air her way. Her brown mane flew around her face, tickling her nose. Snorting, she did sort of a restless trot-in-place dance, before speeding off in a quick canter towards a source of water. Her small hooves created a soothing rhythm. The morning air bit at her as slowed to a trot when she came upon a small stream. Shooting a quick glance around her, she took a few tentative steps forward before dipping her head to get a drink. The cold water burned at her throat in a good way, and before long she was back on her exploration of the land. Her short legs carrying her wherever they pleased.

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Templed

Templed entered his new place, his new herd, his new 'home'. He found himself always between worlds. Never to pick a side, when the world choose either light or dark. Sometimes he found himself annoyed by one and interested in the other but then turn around the next day his ideas turned around. It seem to only matter on the equine and it surprised him how many shorts were out there in this intricate world. Templed found himself to be very normal. Despite having lived so many past lives. There was a name for such equines but he found himself differ from them. His path not dark but he had his moments. Every now and again having to take action and kill or worse. It never bother him, you needed to be on the top of the food chain to survive. Otherwise you would always lose and never get that chance to make something out of yourself. For the moment, the black stallion had no home. He roamed alone and from time to time stopped into lands and offer his services as a killer, and mastermind. He'll take of task and either request to mate with one of the lands mares.

So far, he had been hired to kill, but he hated it. He didn't want this to happen to him but really had no choice.. So he ran away.. and found this area to write a new story, his story.

Templed found himself in his favorite lands to roam. The beach was silent and peaceful. Not to mention he enjoyed watching the sun set and rise. There was also the water. A place he found himself at home with and it was here most personalities could find him if they wanted to.

Templed

It was just another difficult day in this difficult world… Living in two kind of worlds, where you rather want to get out, to forget.. It wasn't easy for Templed. Slowly a turtle crawled by, all the way over the soft shimmering sand, on his way to the sea. It almost looked like the turtle was crawling at an even paced and slow tempo as Templed did. The rain, which just started falling out of the sky, pattered against the canopy of trees, with a few drops able to drip down through the levels and litter the beach around him. Small drops made themselves visible. Lengthy ivory tendrils danced past his thick nape while his mane were almost totally soaked from the rain.

Daggers firmly pressed against the moist soil just sinking lightly, with heavy footfalls. The way he moved even looked depressed. His red colored eyes just stared in the distance as he walked aimlessly to no certain destination—he was just walking, his mind empty of thought and his brain processing nothing besides demanding his legs to work correctly. The stag was rather handsome, had long slender tendons, a thick body mass, perfectly healthy black coat, long and thick wavy mane, a gracious tail. He was very handsome indeed but it seemed Templed really didn't had a clue. The past had made him more insecure than you could imagine. But he was still a stallion, and stallions were always a little more, 'hard' for themselves.

With each step he took, small patches of sticky sand came out and remained where his hoof prints were.
Suddenly, he noticed something, well .. someone actually. She was female and lowered his white colored cranium in a respectful manner and took two steps back. He really didn't know what to do. Every time he looked into her eyes he would see all the things he had done. Something like a -dejavu-. But, as kind as he actually was, he tried to ignore his inner feelings and tried to look as normal as possible. “Hello" he said, while he walked towards her. Her coat was a rare thing to see.. If Templed didn't had noticed she was a female, he would probably went off because of the fact she really looked like a damn predator. But each step he took, he felt more and more amazed, by the thought how exquisite she actually was.

He attempted to look over her quickly but respectfully, his body on a safe distance of hers. It was for her own safety, Templed admited that he was scared sometimes. Scared that he could not control himself when he really wanted too, back into his own bad habits. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your -alonetime-, but was is a young extra exquisite mare like you doing here all by herself in the rain ?, isn't that... a bit dangerous? You know how some of us act when they see a lonely, harmless mare.. NOT, that you look harmless, don't get me wrong " Ofcourse she could ask him the same question, but Templed loved being alone, especially at the beach. When it was raining, everybody just disappeared. It was also the only time Templed didn't had to control himself. He could just.. let it all flow.

Wezen

Horse Name: Wezen

Gender: Mare

Character/History:

Wezen looks like an ordinary (although unusual thrilling) filly, but the truth is that this mare, called by the name Wezen, is a cyborg. She still has a part of her ‘beastly’ brain, but an artificial body. Due to this, she has a lot of questions running through her mind about her own identity and the whole being-horse encounter. Is she more than a ' ghost ', a soul, trapped in a ' shell ', an effortless wrap?

The search for meaning in my everyday life has the potential to lead me anywhere. Will I require a spontaneously realized sentient life form to merge with my soul to help me achieve enlightenment? She is still searching for her enlightenment and a chance at a normal life. It is only by allowing her "ghost" to join with the consciousness of her cyborgform that she is able to live a normal life.

Wezen was born in the wild, BUT;

As a young filly Wezen was put into a prosthetic cyborg body, due to her flesh body being badly Injured from a wolf attack of which she was only one of the two survivors of the herd.
Her body was found by scientists who have sort of saved her life, but also have giving her a life full of sadness and dullness.

There were a lot of tests performed on her, & as she "grew" Wezen went through a series of artificial bodies. One day she finally had the chance to escape from that A-hole. But it wasn’t that easy for her , the whole –goingback- thing.. Her herd was dead, she looked different and most of all horses wouldn’t even recognize her.

Wezen is a mysterious, even enigmatic filly with a very low information-level.
Her origins, birthdate and etc.. Is unknown. Accept for her blood line, where she is trusted as the daughter of Satcha (Liindecore)

More mysterious is her incredible ability as, what I like to call, a "Philo". Her ability to think in three dimensions, perhaps even in four certainly contributing to her abilities. She doesn’t have any romantic relations at the moment. Including family relationships. Wezen is most often identifiable by her creamy gold eyes which are her preferred model.
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**By Saftkeks13

Wezen

Wezen looks like an ordinary (although unusual thrilling) filly, but the truth is that this mare, called by the name Wezen, is a cyborg. She still has a part of her ‘beastly’ brain, but an artificial body. Due to this, she has a lot of questions running through her mind about her own identity and the whole being-horse encounter. Is she more than a ' ghost ', a soul, trapped in a ' shell ', an effortless wrap?

The search for meaning in my everyday life has the potential to lead me anywhere. Will I require a spontaneously realized sentient life form to merge with my soul to help me achieve enlightenment? She is still searching for her enlightenment and a chance at a normal life. It is only by allowing her "ghost" to join with the consciousness of her cyborgform that she is able to live a normal life.

A small breeze stirred up through the chasm, blowing past the mare and snapping her out of her thoughts, bringing her back to the reality that surrounded her. She looked from side to side over her shoulders a couple of times before calling out. Her ears flicked back as her whinny echoed into the chasm but she did not have to wait long as the little one she'd called out to came skittering around the corner, carrying a lizard in his mouth. The unfortunate thing was dangling by his tail and was not one of the lucky ones that could detach it when under thread. "Caleb, put the poor thing down. He's not your toy." The little pup looked defiantly at his babysitter, but the look in her eyes made him think better of it and he placed the lizard gently on the ground before looking back at her and grinning. "Yes, very good little one, come on lets go for a walk." Wezen began walking forward and Caleb waited for her to pass before following.

Wezen did not know what lay on the other side of this chasm but she knew her options were either continue forth to find a safe spot or turn around and face the dark secrets of the blue moon in the devilicious woods. It would more than likely be safer for both herself and Caleb to go forth warts As she pondered, Caleb became bored with the slow pace and moved past Wezen, straight for the dark woods. "Caleb!" She called, but the pup didn't listen and continued forward. "Caleb! It's not safe, come back here!" She tried again but still with no success. Finally she picked up her own pace after him. She knew it wasn’t safe at all but she couldn’t just leave him behind.

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**By Saftkeks13