//Prison Log..X

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xxThe Lords...
Apollo
Masquerade


xxThe Ladies...
Sonora


xxThe Young...

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A.P.O.L.L.Ox

[x] you run like the river...

[x] I have been titled... Apollo
[x] It came from... The greek God of the Sun
[x] Some like to call me... Nothing else
[x] Nature built me as a... Stallion
[x] I have walked these lands for... 4 Years
[x] Nature shaped me... A Quarter Horse
[x] My hight resides at... 15hh
[x] Nature has painted me... Palomino
[x] Nature has splashed me... With four white socks and a blaze
[x] Nature has made my banners... A mix of cream and white
[x] My orbs have been stained... Chocolate
[x] My daggers have been colored... Grey, almost white
[x] I currently reside in the... South
[x] My standing with them is... Leader

[x] My personality is...
Apollo is your typical Southern horse. He is very calm and friendly, well, when others are like that with him he is with them. It takes a while for him to loose his temper, and he prefers to talk things over than to fight about it. He likes singing, and is often caught having burst into a random song. Some say he is mysterious, as he prefers to keep to himself. Despite all of this, he is very loyal towards friends, and will willingly lay down his own life to save one of them. He does hold grudges for a long time, and does not forget things easilly. He wants a mare to breed with, and love, but doesn't really mind being alone. He wants a foal to continue his bloodline.

[x] How about a History lesson?... Apollo's life began the way most horses do, with his sire and dam. He was born into a large herd, mainly made up of quater horses, hence his purebred blood. His sire was a large palomino, by the name of Benson, and his mother was a chestnut/sorrel in color by the name of Kate. They named him Apollo because his palomino coat reminded them of the sun. They brought him up to be good and kind, and for the first two years of his life he lived in the herd.
At the age of two, he left his herd to find his own way in life. It was a decision he would never regret. He had no wishes of starting a herd, and simply prefered the life of a nomad, moving from one place to another without bother. He rarely came across other equines, and the ones he did usually were other stallions, seeking to start herds of their own, or mares, seeking company. Apollo kept traveling, untill one day he came across a dark mare.
The dark mare attacked him, and Apollo, him being so light of heart, refused to fight back, when she finally realised that he wasn't going to fight, she left, feeling disgusted that he was to kind to hurt her, even though his life was in danger. When he had recovered, he decided to stay clear of all other equines unless he was sure they wouldn't cause trouble. However, soon he came upon the Southern horses, he trained as a fighter for a long time, and was eventually made their leader.

[x] My body build is... Average
[x] My health is said to be... Perfect
[x] My mental state is... Sane
[x] I suffer from... Nothing

[x] I have fallen for... Nobody, yet
[x] Those idiot's I make my friends... None yet
[x] The hated I call my enemy's... None yet
[x] Those people I have come across... Artemis

[x] My positing state is... Active
[x] My song is... Hero - Nickelback

[x] First IC post...

A.P.O.L.L.Ox

[x] you run like the river...

Autumn is here. And everyone know what season follows autumn. The dreaded Winter. Of course, it rarely gets cold here, for this place is beautiful. It really is heaven on earth. The place I am headed now, well, let's just say it's breathtaking. All yeah round, beautiful flowers bloom, different types too, depending on the season. So right now, there would be lot's of autumn flowers. Newly bloomed. Excellent.

Whenever I travel, I feel pride. The pride burns through my bones and makes me happy, I own these lands, I provide shelter and sanctuary for mares and stallions alike. No Northern stallions come here to hurt mares, and most of the stallion's here live in peace with each other. It makes me happy every time I meet another equine, and they thank me for keeping them safe. Yet, every joy has it's downers. For instance, every time see a mare, I usually think of all the poor mares, still stuck in the captive lands. But tonight was too beautiful for such ugly thoughts,

The full moon was making everything light up, and I new the meadow would look really pretty in the white light. I smiled, in truth, the moon was my enemy. For I Apollo, named after the Sun God, worshiped the Sun. Along with every other Southern horse. The dark horses of the North, they worshiped the moon.

As I entered the meadow, I stopped, my palomino coat glowing as I watched the mare dance around. She was very, very pretty. Her coat was a silvery-blue in color, and it looked very nice in the moonlight. I stood still and quiet, waiting for the vixen to notice me. I wouldn't disturb her dance. She was a very good dancer. I had seen her around the lands a couple of times, but I was usually busy, and I rarely had time to stop and chat. Tonight was one of those rare occasions where I could do whatever I pleased.

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S.O.N.O.R.Ax

[x] you'll be in my heart...

[x] I have been titled... Sonora
[x] It came from... Unknown
[x] Some like to call me... Sonny, Son
[x] Nature built me as a... Mare
[x] I have walked these lands for... 4 Years
[x] Nature shaped me... An Arabian
[x] My hight resides at... 15hh
[x] Nature has painted me... Liver Chestnut
[x] Nature has splashed me... A stripe and four white socks
[x] Nature has made my banners... A shade darker than my body
[x] My orbs have been stained... Chocolate
[x] My daggers have been colored... Black
[x] I currently reside in the... Captive Lands
[x] My standing with them is... Captive

[x] My personality is...
Sonora is a quiet horse, she would rather be by herself than with others, prefering soltitude. Despite her quiet nature, she is actually very friendly once you get to know her. She is quite headstrong, and always acts like she isn't a Captive. Sonora is scared of being force bred with, for she feels like the only horse she should have a foal with is one she actually likes. Sometimes she thinks about running away, trying to find other, friendlier horses, but stops thos thoughts in their tracks, she is too much of a coward to do that.

[x] How about a History lesson?... Sonora's life began in a not-so-pleasent way. She was born into the Captive Lands, and after only a year of her life, her mother was killed before her. Being too young to breed with, her mothers killer let her be, and so Sonora was left alone. At first she didn't seem to mind, and leart to avoid others who could cause her harm, but after a few months, she began to get depressed. One time, the need for company grew too great, and she followed a male stallion for a while, hoping he would be kind. However, the stallion beat her up. When she came too, she was so scared she fled, running deep into the lands, feeling more alone than ever. She slowly grew to hate all stallions, keeping her distance from them all for the next three years of her life.

[x] My body build is... Normal
[x] My health is said to be... Perfect
[x] My mental state is... Sane
[x] I suffer from... Nothing

[x] I have fallen for... Nobody, yet
[x] Those idiot's I make my friends... None yet
[x] The hated I call my enemy's... None yet
[x] Those people I have come across... Erebus, Zane

[x] My positing state is... Active
[x] My song is... Whispers in the Dark - Skillet

[x] First IC post...

S.O.N.O.R.Ax

[x] hear my whispers in the dark...

The sun was setting on this dark and dreary land. My hooves were dusty and aching from having been running all day. I simply couldn't keep it up any longer, even though I didn't want to stop until my time had past, I would have too. I stopped at last, my flanks heaving as I fought for the breath I had denied my body all day. I was in heat, a dangerous time for mares such as myself, for roaming stallions, well, many of them weren't polite about wanting to mate.

The worst case scenario, getting raped against my will. And as I had no plans of getting pregnant, I would put up a fight. I had never been raped before, thank goodness. I had always managed to keep myself away from others. My nostril's flared at the thought of unwillingly carrying a child I did not want. I was waiting until I was older if I could help it. I started walking slowly, reluctant to stay still for too long. And that's when the scent hit me.

A stallion was coming closer. He could probably tell by my strong scent that I was in heat. I silently begged whatever gods there were for him to be a nice stallion, a kind brute, who wouldn't force me into having sex against my will, one who would give me a choice. I debated running for it, but I knew at once it was a stupid idea, I was weak from running all day, and by the smell of the nearing brute, he was strong. I was too weak to fight or run, I only had hope left with me now...