SunDown && MoonUp

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Name:: SunDown
Nickname:: Sun
Gender:: Essa
Age:: Three

Breed:: Arabian
Forest:: Unknown

Appearance:: SunDown is the colour of flames, pelted of red and chestnut hues all blended together like a sunset. Her eyes are like liquid onyx, and her maw is black like ash left over from a fire. A tiny spark of light stands out on her nose, and another spot of white stands out upon her forehead. She wears a white sock on each of her right legs, and a long stocking graces her front left limb.
Personality:: SunDown is much as you would expect her to be; fiery and wild like the blazing sun in the sky. She is very feisty, rarely standing still, and many consider her a racer by nature. She has a headstrong, wild appearance, that drives most other equines away from her. SunDown cannot take orders, she will not obey them; she is reckless and careless, but extremely brave, daring to go where no other equine would treat.

History:: First off, SunDown is a twin. Her sister will be making an appearance soon.
SunDown was born three winters past, in a far away land where stallions ruled and essa's obeyed. The night of her birth, her mother strayed from the herd to a clearing, and waited until the sun and moon collided; only when the eclipse bathed the land in shadows, did the mare birth her foals.
SunDown was the smaller of the two, and from her first steps, her mother knew her to be reckless. Her life was spent in the depths of the wilderness that bordered her herd, exploring, challenging the animals of the land and racing the wind itself across the planes.
With each passing day, SunDown would stray further and further from her homeland, until finally, she escaped the captivity she had always felt there, and ventured forth on her own. She has not been long in this land, and is still learning the ways and the rules, but already, she knows that she dislikes them; her last escapade has left her running from a rather fierce essa, and now she is lost in the land of scorching sun...

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Bring me to life...

Name:: MoonUp
Nickname:: Some call her "The Ghost", but she is more commonly called Moon
Gender:: Essa
Age:: Three

Breed:: Arabian
Forest:: Unknown

Appearance:: Under the light of the moon, MoonUp glows eerie white, almost like christened silver shining against the stars. In all other light, Moon is pale grey with a pink snip at the end of a darker dial. Her pools are dark and deep, full of sorrow, full of... death.
Personality:: The opposite of her sister, SunDown, MoonUp and her twin are like Yin and Yang. Where as SunDown is wild and challenging, MoonUp is graceful and silent...
She is a truly beautiful femme who has seen horror in her young life, and who can find no happiness in being alive. Her sister and she share one thing in common; beneath their other personality's, they are both benevolent and kind.

History:: MoonUp was born three winters past, in a far away land where stallions ruled and essa's obeyed. The night of her birth, her mother strayed from the herd to a clearing, and waited until the sun and moon collided; only when the eclipse bathed the land in shadows, did the mare birth her foals.
MoonUp, despite being the larger of the twin foals, was always more graceful, and calm. She would wander about the land, content to stare into the depths of the lake, or at the sky for hours on end. At night, and only at night, she would come alive like the rarest Moon Flowers and dance across the land like she was under a spell, using movements more frequent to the spanish dancing horses.
It was on one of those nights, that her dance was halted. A colt of pitch black ebony, her complete opposite, a cruel and hard-headed colt, stole her heart. He was cold, detached from everyone, but loved her deeply; deeply enough to die for her. With the colt in her heart, she did not feel the absence when her sister went missing.
It was in her second year that she was standing atop the highest hill in the herd, the night closing in, awaiting her colt's arrival, when she heard the sounds of battle. She ran to the scene, to see her stallion... her father... slaughtering all of his femmes, their screams echoing through the night.
The mares were not prepared for the onslaught, and none were left alive. Blood stained the earth, shrieks filled the air, and in the end, the stallion stood still, panting and glaring down at the corpses.
For a time, Moon could only stand and stare, trying to decide what had happened, trying to make believe it had all been a dream... The stallion did not notice her, and she may have escaped with her life, if not for the moon...
When the moon hit her pelt, MoonUp was illuminated, and could not hide from her insane father. He spotted his glowing daughter, and chased her as far as her legs would carry her, finally cornering her at the edge of a cliff that fell into a fast moving river.
Just as he was about to strike a blow, sending her to a watery grave, her colt appeared and attacked the stallion. The battle was long and bloody, and eventually, her father fell to the earth, dead. Her colt was badly injured, his wounds dripping crimson blood, and he walked with her to the edge of the valley, telling her to run and find her sister, before his strength finally gave out, and he collapsed.
By the time the sun rose, he was dead, and MoonUp had only one choice. To take her aching heart and follow the road in search of her last friend... her twin.

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[TobyMacFreak]

Awesome! Accepted

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