Let the show begin

[lidsaaa]

Name: Pantomime
Nickname: Pan
Sex: Mare
Age: 3
Breed: Unknown
Coat colour: Dappled Palomino
Eye colour: Light blue (wall eyes)
Facial markings: Bald face
Body markings: Dapples and stockings on each leg
Jewellery/adornments: None
Hooves: Cream
Mane and tail: Flaxen
Reference picture: Coming! (Once my tablet's fixed )
History:

Pantomime has never felt happy being herself. It's true to say that she's always envied others with such outrageous personalities, no matter if they're kind or cruel. She wishes she was as daring and bold as others are so naturally: And it is all she can do to follow them quietly and occasionally try to copy them. She's never felt confident with any decisions she makes but also is afraid to get close to others. She's scared of the hurt that comes with being so happy. But at the same time, she sees others, so overjoyed, and wishes she wasn't afraid of hurting. But there's nothing she can do about it - she is who she is. As a foal, she didn't talk much, which resulted in others giving her the cruel nickname 'mime'. It was a painful time for her and it wasn't one of the braver foals noticed and stood up for her that she truly appreciated and began to wish she was more courageous. She wasn't eye-catchingly beautiful, and saw herself as rather ugly. Because of this, Pantomime has always been intimated by attractive horses as they are so alien to herself and she finds it difficult to relate to them. She left her herd with a feisty young mare and they travelled together for a while before the other found a stallion and it was love at first sight. Of course, they couldn't travel together any more, so they said their goodbyes and Pantomime's been looking, since then, for a place that calls to her.

Personality:

Pantomime's not exactly outgoing. She never makes initial contact and often fears that those who seem to like her are just pretending. Her major self confidence issues interfere with her day to day life but no matter how she tries, she can't overcome them. She is attracted to those with outstanding personalities like a moth to a flame and will often observe admiringly from afar. Pan is a good friend but isn't very trusting which means she doesn't have many, but gets on with most. She has many 'good acquaintances'. She is also very cautious with her use of the world friend: Just because she's had a couple of nice conversations with another doesn't mean that they're friends - she doesn't use the term as loosely as others do. When conversations begin to turn in her direction she tries to stay out of the limelight. Her most hated and feared topic is about her emotions: She rarely opens up to anybody and when she does, almost instantly regrets it. She thinks that any information she gives anyone could be used as a weapon against her, so tries not to reveal anything at all.

(Full Bio allequineroleplay.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=bios&action=display&thread=43

~

Pantomime walked along steadily, humming very quietly to herself. She occasionally flicked her tail or twitched her ears, but did little else then that. She'd been walking for quite a while now, but there was still no herd in sight, but she held back the sigh. She had a feeling that once she'd traveled upon lands where she belonged, she would know. She would feel it. She looked up and saw a small hill up ahead, deciding to cross over it and then stop to eat. She smiled faintly as she heard the faint trickle of a stream and hurried into a smooth trot, lowering her head. She came over the hill and smiled - the stream was in fact bigger than it sounded, and because of the water supply, the grass around it was tall and lush.

She smiled and flicked her tail, trotting down the small hill to munch eagerly on the tall emerald blades. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that something must be wrong: There must be a reason why the land was not populated, as it appeared quite ideal. But this thought did not immediately occur to her, as she was too preoccupied enjoying herself. Once she'd snatched up some grass she trotted over to the stream and drank thirstily. Once satisfied, she raised her head, her ears flicked back lazily. She stood there for a few minutes just soaking up the sun, then lowered her head once more to eat, blissfully unaware or whatever - or whoever - it was that made sure the area was so unpopulated.

The dappled palomino stood along in the large clearing, the wide stream running through it pleasantly. Around the outside was a forest which looked quite pleasant at first: Thick, with light dappling through the many leaves and between the intertwined branches. But at a second glance one would realize that the gaps where the sunlight didn't reach looked almost ominous in contrast: There were perfect places for even large beings to hide and while in the clearing horses could be totally unaware. So of course, Pantomime had no reason to suspect that anything may lurk between the trees, especially something with bad intent...


( I tried to do a nice introduction for any characters who're a bit on the dark side So feel free to join and create havoc! )[/font]

[steeljaw36]

Name: Vallian (Val)
Sex: Stallion
Age: 4
Breed: Rocky mountain
Coat: Dark brown
Mane & tail: light golden? (hell, he's a palomino, it's light colored)
Eyes: brown
Facial markings: None
Body markings: None
Personality: Not shy per se, but he has never been comfortable around large groups, usually optimistic, he always tires to see the upside of everything and everyone. Can be a bit naieve, and is TERRIBLE at hiding how he feels, he'll speak up when he has something to say. Is not the leader type, but will take charge if he feels it needs to be done.
History: Ask him ;D

Vallian had been watching the mare for some time now, his tail swatted a fly off his rump. He hadn't moved from where he was, concieled by the shadows of the trees, his dark coat blending in with the shadows, his mane not so much. He had been following the scent of water when he'd heard the sounds of something large moving in the clearing ahead. not knowing what it was, he'd stopped, afraid it might be someone looking to make a meal of him. And then he'd seen her.....
She was beautiful, but surely she wasn't alone out here, there had to be others, right? And after the last time he'd had a run in with a herd stallion....well.....he was not looking foward to a repeat of THAT. So Vallian stayed in the shadows, watching, waiting for others......who so far haven't showed. His side twitched, his tail brushing off the fly again. <heck with it> he thought, as he moved closer to the clearing, careful to stay in the shadows, until he was a few feet from her, just inside the treeline. "Um.....hello?" he said, tentively, hoping not to startle her into calling for help.

[lidsaaa]

Pantomime continued to nibble on the grass contentedly, occasionally flicking her long flaxen tail to swat at the flies which irritated her so. She was blissfully unaware of any other beings and her ears only swiveled occasionally when she thought she caught some far-off sounds in the breeze. Her mind began to wander over her memories, of which there were not a lot. She'd not lived for long so didn't have much experience - she'd been told that every tale must have a tragedy, but so far she'd not had one. Every story was supposed to have a twist of love entwined in it, too - but so far, no chance of the either. Such sighed a little. She wasn't ugly, and underneath all of the thoughts that she was, she knew that. Not outstandingly anyway: she was no beauty, but could never be a sore for the eye. It was her unconfidence and reluctance to get close to another which mainly deterred others. She flicked her ears back and wished, for what must have been the thousandth time, that she was different. Original. Clever. Sassy. Brave. Cruel. Anything - anyone - other than who she was.

It was now, part-way through her thoughts, that she heard the voice. At first she thought she'd imagined it, then realised it was real. Her eyes widened slightly and raised her head quickly, a little alarmed at being caught off-guard. She should have been more careful. Flaring her nostrils, her wall eyes ran over his form quickly. His body language at least suggested he posed no immediate threat, so she relaxed, flicking her ears back lightly and swishing her tail. "Hello," She said, then flicked one ear forwards at him. The stallion, too, was a palomino. So that was what she looked like to others - but he was darker. And she had a mask. "I'm Pantomime." She said, after a while. She took one last look then deemed him safe company, lowering her head once again to graze.[/size]

[steeljaw36]

Vallian tensed as the mare startled at his voice. <any second now...> he thought, as she glanced around in alarm. He was somewhat suprised that she did manage to see his form in the shadows, he'd thought even with his flaxen mane, he'd been pretty well hidden. She looked at him for a time, then he saw her posture relax a bit, and he silently thanked Equus that she wasn't going to raise an alarm.
"Um....i'm Vallian" he replied, cautiously stepping out into the sunlit clearing. He looked toward the river, he was thirsty, however wary of running into Pantomime herd leader. His nares flared, oddly hers was the only equine scent around. "Aren't there others with you, Pantomime?" he asked, glancing at her grazing form.

[lidsaaa]

Pantomime was distracted from her nibbles when the stallion stepped out of the shadows. Whilst cloaked by them, she'd been able to see a round outline of him, and just about been able to make out his colour. But now as he slipped out of the darkness his form could be seen. His palomino form seemed to reflect the sun's rays slightly golden, and she wondered if every palomino was like that - if she herself was like that - as she'd never met another of her colour before. She almost opened her mouth to compliment him on it, but soon changed her mind. He'd probably been told it many times before anyway, and she didn't want to give him the wrong impression. She finished her mouthful before raising her head again as Vallian stated his name. She bowed in greeting, and pricked her ears towards him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He looked uncomfortable, like he had something he wanted to say.

She followed his gave to the stream and took a step back as if to offer him a drink. But before she could see if he wanted one, he spoke. Asking where the others were. She shook her head swiftly, her forelock falling smoothly and out of her eyes this time. "I travel alone." She said, then realised she sounded like she was trying to be a rough traveller. "Much like yourself, I assume?" She asked politely, looking to the river and back at Vallian pointedly. "Help yourself," She offered, as if the signalling wasn't enough. She was still uncertain about the stallion, so her delicate ears flickered back and forth. This could be just an act, but she didn't think so. On the other hand, she'd been wrong before. Keeping one eye on him, she lowered her head once more to graze.[/font]

[steeljaw36]

"Oh.....yes...." Vallian shook his dial, he'd become distracted while watching Pantomime. He nodded. "Yeah, I do travel alone, I didn't realize that you did either. I just....don't really like too many others at once" He finished, knowing that wasn't entirely true, but he knew nothing about this mare, why would he start telling his life story to her?
She stood aside and offered him a drink. "Thanks" he replied, smiling at her as he walked past her toward the river. He lowered his dial to the running water, taking a look at his reflection for a moment, wondering what, if anything, anyone saw in him. Then, he broke the reflection with his maw, taking a long drink from the refreshingly cold water. Finally, he'd slaked his thirst and lifted his dial, then turned back toward Pantomime. He gave her a smile. "Thanks, I needed that...."

[lidsaaa]

Pan nodded without offering anything more to the conversation. She returned his smile and kept her delicate ears flicked towards him as he moved, watching him look at his reflection for a while before drinking. She wondered what he was thinking, then directed her thoughts away from him. She looked at the ground idly, before he finished. She shrugged. "It's not my land, who am I to deny you water?" She said, but smiled. Pantomime flicked her tail gently, swatting at the flies which never ceased to bother her. She blinked and thought over what he'd said and how he spoke in her head. He seemed almost uncertain and shy, the way that instead of ending sentences confidently, he sort of trailed off.. Odd. It reminded her of herself, she supposed. Always following another's footsteps, too scared to make a path of her own. Unhappy being herself. It almost made tears spring to her eyes - she knew she had nothing to be really unhappy about, and this just added to the guilt. She blinked them away and raised her head, no longer hungry.

She looked at the stallion, her head tilted slightly to the side. She wondered about who he was, where he'd come from - what had happened to knock his confidence so. She opened her mouth to ask something, then closed it again - he would never answer anyway. She was opposed to discussing all things emotional, so assumed others were the same, though one day she would find out that this was not the case. She flicked her ears back and looked at him with her wall eyes, trying to disguise her curious stare as a friendly gaze. Then she blinked twice and looked don't at her feet, shuffling her hooves. She wasn't uncomfortable with silence usually, but felt that something needed to be said. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.[/font]

[steeljaw36]

Vallian walked back toward Pantomime, noticing how she watched him. They stood facingeach other, the silence growing ever longer, almost awkward. Vallian finially decided to act. "So, you are a loner, like me. I was a little nervous, as I have not had good experiences with herd stallions, thay can be.......very suspicious" He said. "Where are you from then, Pantomime?"