Unstoppable (Deonte)

[Casca]

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Name: Deonte
Sex: Mare
Age: 7
Breed: Akhal Teke/ Sunsetdipper
Coat Color: Fades from blue on her head through purple and pink to orange at the hooftips (like a sunset)
Eye Color: Yellow with cross-shaped pupils
Facial Markings: A white swirl along the bottom of her cheekbone near three small white O's
Leg Markings: None
Body Markings (if any): A long, curving white horizontal streak that starts along her shoulder and goes back across her barrel and flank and curls down her back legs. There is a small hollow heart shape and a few O shapes in white as well.
Mane and Tail Color: Mane is blue, tail is in thirds- blue at base, pink, orange at end. Mane is cropped short with a long forelock.
Reference Pic (link): cascadance.deviantart.com/art/Deonte-Adopted-138724179
History: Deonte was raised in the harshest of climates, the desert. She grew up rugged and wild in the hostile lands, and her personality became as ardent and rampant as the swirling golden sands that surrounded her. She learned the only horse worth trusting was herself, and no herd nor stallion could ever rule her.
Personality: Punkish, butchy, and rough, Deonte claims to not care about physical appearance but in actuality she nearly always judges others by the way they look, and also cares a lot about her own looks, keeping her mane styled just so. She strongly prefers the company of mares to that of stallions, and is openly sexist. Deonte is stubborn, anarchic, fiery, confident, and independent.
Played By: Casca
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She heard it coming before she saw it. It was a sound she new well, the dry chattering of dead leaves, the parched sound of pebbled rolling down a sandstone boulder. Instinctively, Deonte gasped and reared backwards, eyes rolling down to stare the sidewinder in the face, orange hooves striking the empty air. The snake lay coiled around a yucca, beady eyes glinting in the brutal sunlight. It gave her one last annoyed shake of its tail before shimmying beneath the shifting sands once again.

The mare's hooves hit the earth again a few feet away. A small cloud of dust swirled up around her forelegs and into her nostrils. She coughed and snorted, raw throat inflaming angrily. It was too bad that rattler was guarding the thick, juicy plants; she could really use some water.

[steeljaw36]

BAD choice in color there, I can't even read your character info.

[Casca]

And why is soft pink on black unreadable?

[steeljaw36]

because I have a white background here, meaning I can't see it at all

[steeljaw36]

And because I really love messing with characters like that....
Name: Arvantis
Sex: stallion
Age: 7
Breed: Zorse (zebra/abaco barb)
Eye color: Left eye is blue, right is brown
Coat: Chestnut, while his zebra striping is a black color
Mane and tail: brown with black stripes (mane looks like a zebra's)
Facial markings: None
Leg markings: None
History: Was raised by his dam, his sire abandoned them, and they were basically treated as outcasts, because of his looks. He'd grown on the desert coast, however when he left the herd behind, he headed inland, away from questioning eyes.
Personality: Brutally practical and honest, he's never cared about other's opinions of him, he will speak his mind and say it like it is, no matter how much it may not want to be heard. A survivor, loner and can be more stubborn than a herd of mules when the mood strikes him.

He had been watching her for a time now, she was hard to miss, especially with her color. However she was taking too long with the rattler, his thirst was great, his patience lessening. He snorted as the mare watched the snake slither back under the sands. Before it was able to do so, he moved, quickly kicking at the snake exposing it, and flipping it on it's back side. Before it could right itself, the stallion's hoof came down on it's head, just behind it's fangs, crushing it. Arvantis kept his hoof on it, until the snake had stopped twitching, it's rattle fading for the last time, until only the faint desert wind could be heard. He then turned his attention to the yucca plants, sparing a nod to the mare. "A cactus has more water, but admittidly these are a little easier to get to" he said to her, taking a mouthful of the plant.

[Casca]

((Huh, that's really weird... my background is black by default. Well I guess I'll just leave the font on the default color, I'm scared to mess with the codes now ^^; I'll... um... try to put it in a color you can read on both black and white backgrounds. Red okay? ))

The rattler was finished with bothering her, but she wasn't finished with him. Deonte tucked in her muzzle and whickered, preparing to pulverize the thing. She hesitated, though, unadmittedly fearing her own quickness versus the snake's own lightning reflexes and toxic jaws.

Out of the swirling sands, an unknown form, decidedly equine, barreled in from behind a clumb of pathetic-looking shurbbery. The bestriped horse deftly assasinated her pest, who writhed on the ground until all was still again. The dust settled, black-streaked mane alighting hapzard over his ruddy neck, the adrenaline rush dying with the squirming serpent on the ground. And it was calm as midnight, Deonte staring wide-eyed and nare-flared in astonishment, the stallion stoic, verging on blasé.

His voice bubbled into her ears slowly: suprising, casual, informal. Male. She quickly changed gears with a vicious snort, automatically on the offensive, prancing on hot coals.

"I know," she retorted defensively, as though the friendly opening statement had been an insult to her intelligence or ability to take care of herself. She glared at him through smoldering ochre eyes and munched the juicy plant tactlessly.

[steeljaw36]

ooc: yeah, that works much better, heh

bic: Arvantis heard her reply, short and to the point. More so, he noticed her posture go from stunned to angry, like he'd interrupted her. Not that it mattered to him, be it the venim of a snake, or in the voice of another, life would go on, as it always had.
He knew the mare was upset about something, most likely it appeared to be him. He found that rather amusing, usually that happened after they got a better look at him. "Don't have to worry about spines on these either" he replied, in that same even tone, just to see her reaction.