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When the weather is white and cold often we lose the joy that the warmth brings with the sun’s rays beaming down on mother earth, flowers bloomed and the world bright, it often becomes a memory. When one loses sight of what once was or could be life is a truly dangerous game, becomes a game of see how long you can stand being depressed by all the bad that exists as you get older. However, for now, the young minx only found wonder and amazement within the dust that sprinkled itself unhindered over the once full of life canvas, now dead and frozen to the core, motionless in time. Young orbs were full of lust for adventure over the seemingly dead land, wanting to wonder off on her own even more than she had already, her breath seemed to be like a trick as it met with the cold and formed, yet again, the grey clouds of mist. Being so young even the smallest things were to her amazement seemingly flawless and magical. Keeping the adventurous spirit at bay was the stallion that she had found herself now near, never really giving much credit to the short relationship other than the conversation at hand. How her mother or her brother would react was far from her mind, and she had no intention of worrying about that now. You are lucky to have been born with yours, m'dear. I was only born with my large canines and then my spikes grew in as I grew older. An it was very painful for me to go through all of that. Before this point the thought of pain had not been conceived in her young mind and while this would have had an impact on her older self, in the way of showing empathy, the younger more careless filly continued to enjoy and play in the winter’s fluff minding his words but not responding to them. Her orbs caught his face as her small frame jumped and landed to face him, a smile had found its way to his face, she stood for a moment, breathing heavily from her play, and smiled a childish grin back at him. Her boney projections fully extended yet slightly curved, showing as much energy as the rest of her, ignoring the frost bite that was creeping its way up on her as the wind continued to blow. I don't think I have had one of those yet. Though who knows I might just have one of these days. She nodded her small mug towards him in agreement yet again as the massive stallion lowered his mug and flung a huge gust of lumpy ice at her, landing some on her nares causing her to sneeze a foal like sneeze and covering her short banner in a blanket of ice. She greatly enjoyed the playful side of the stallion and mimicked his actions, though being so tiny it didn’t amount to much, the romping she did threw more snow that her little framed cranium ever could. Come let’s find some shelter to get a bit warmer. She ignored his tones but listened attentively to ever word he spoke as he did for her, and after romping around for a few more minutes she stopped and walked over to the stallion to regard his words There is a good place over there by that bush that we can rest under. Jumping in excitement and taking this chance to do more adventuring, the filly looked into the direction of the bush Well Then Let’s GO! and with the energy of 10 foals she jumped in mounds to it, turning around to see if she had beat her new friend to the destination. T E X T | S P E E C H | 0 6 2 9

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C A R L I S L E Name: Carlisle Breed: Shire x Cleveland Bay x Tiger Horse x Irish Sport Horse x Danish Warmblood x American Saddlebred x  Lusitano x Alter-Real x Tennessee Walking Horse x Russian Budenny x Irish Draught Horse x Percheron x Peruvian Horse x Spanish Mustang x Suffolk Punch x Westphalian warmblood horse Gender: Stallion Height: 17.3 Age: 9 Color: Base Liver Chestnut Markings: Cremello brindling on chest outwards towards and over ribs, also can be seen from the tail dock outwards about 6 or 7 inches. Evident dappling in the position that high socks would be. Badger face. All markings are cremello. Mane & Tail: Flaxen with varying shades in the mane and tail, the tail gradually gets darker from the dock through the length. Eyes: Lime green. Health: --Mental: 95% his ocd towards his physical stature puts his mental self at risk. While he is battle ready, he finds it impossible to create bonds even with his wolf companion which in return will result in enemies. Incapable of feeling remorse though can tell when others are feeling whatever 'that' feels like. --Physical: 100% Allegiance: History:Carlisle was born from a captain of the army of his birth herd and since birth has been exploited to situations to where he had to save his own self. In his younger years the colt rebelled against his father, finding shelter with his mother and often turning to her to defend him against his father which she did willingly. As he grew the colt unknowingly grew closer to his father when they would spend time together, as young male’s tend to crave the attention of the male father figure, he would play games such as hide and seek which his father would set up boobytraps (such as hidden holes he would have dug up and covered before beginning the games that the colt would trip and twist his ankle in) that the young stag would have to learn to avoid and develop different tactics on his own in order to concur his father at their games. Carlisle and his father would compete in strength, speed, agility and power; all his father knowing what he was really doing to his son. As he grew at 3 years the stallion was the second largest behind his father in his herd and the neighboring territories, at this point he became over compulsive about his body and mind set being on defense, the only other living thing he ever cared for was his mother whom he kept well-guarded after his father lost his position and he took it over until she died. At 6 and a half the stallion was out training with his ranks and ran across a young wolf pup whom he now has under his command. At the age of 7 his mother had been dead for several years and the brute allowed himself to be familiar with a common mare whom eventually became what he felt was obsessed with him and she fell pregnant to his first kin. Before the foal was born he and his wolf companion left the herd and fended for themselves before coming across RLTW. Now at 9 years the stallion has a craving to become his former lead in command and that is all he has his eyes set on. However, he does hold regrets about leaving his kin and often debates on going back but always declines doing so in fear that his young would reject him and the mother would as well. After all, he doesn’t even understand what love is with the exception of his mother. Personality: Incapable of feeling remorse, this stallion finds himself more often than not ready for war and to protect anyone his higher commander demands him to. He is a former general of a highly appraised and feared army, only leaving after a mare fell helplessly in love with him and he could not stand the distraction after she foaled his kin. Not only does the stallion not like distractions he will seldom do anything outside of preparing for battle and keeping his mind and body sharp. Being all about his physical fitness the stallion does eat smaller and medium sized creatures believing that the blood and muscle help his own regenerate, his companion assists him take down tougher and better equipped creatures. He has sharp daggers and keeps them so by rubbing them on rocks or trees, anything that will keep them ready to go. In his growing age the stallion has grown soft and is likely to be susceptible to becoming over protective of another. This is shown though him taking in his companion at the age of 6 and a half, more of a demand the young pup stay with him the stallion used the pup to fill the void of leaving his position. There is a mutual respect between the two, however the wolf is held against its will and they do bump heads quite often when in disagreements however, they are always ready to defend one another when the time comes. * Picture: See top of table Name : Lupe Gender : Male Weight : 95lbs Height : 39inches Coloration : Image of Wolf

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T A N I S Do not fool yourself into thinking this planet is now safe Short pillars carried the grullo form onwards into her new journey, unknowing of what lies ahead of her, only certain that there would be trials; after all that’s all one could truly be certain of. Consistency was not a concept of this world, however, the majority of situations are that in which one is forced to prove themselves able to survive during the tasks given at hand. Her homeland had proven this to be true since the moment she was born, a frail small frame when the average foal of her mother’s herd was much larger. They were all what you would expect coming from such lineage, warriors and killers there only to reproduce and survive nothing more nothing less. They were all of draft lineage, as was Tanis but distant blood got the odds and she was born with the figure of a Connemara pony and a desire to know, to learn and to understand the workings of the world. Emotional aspects of relationships with others were never really anything Tanis took seriously, she never understood how one could hate or love another mutual respect was all that existed for her and this was why she was okay with being forbidden to rejoin the herd, in fact she was elated at the news and took it as a privilege, took it that they saw how much more she was than just living as they did. She moved with grace and with caution, not only was her frame short but she was not a very strong creature she was quick, nimble and most of all clever and tactful. She was a fast thinker and was able to predict actions that may be taken before they were, she knew a lot of nature and wild uncultured creatures other than equines and she used to this to her advantage. Dainty daggers seemed to float over the earth’s surface at an even gate of one two, one two, one two, emerald green orbs taking in the surroundings as she passed through the lands of Run Like the Wind. Each step she made was met with a quick crunch of the pines beneath her, the air was chilled and quite frigid it was the end of fall and the beginning of winter. Breezes dotted with flakes of shredded ice danced as the flakes laced themselves in the mare’s dark long thick mane, canvas and tail that drug the earth at the tip leaving a trail behind her when it actually touched on the down spots of her gate. Her mane hung just past her shoulder and her long forelock was parted to the side, leaving her vision fully open so she could do her regular observations. Every now and then, pines spotted the canvas though they were a rare site, especially when a large rocky formation came into view in the distance. Tilting her head the mare was intrigued by the seemingly misplaced mound of hardened molten lava, eventually getting to a rocky and no longer pine covered ground. The pebbles and rocks were soft, due to the wear from lapping waves from what seemed to be black pond, the sound of splashing and collision of water upon the stone was one that relaxed the mare whom was now halted yards away from the expansive shore line. Bright sunrays shot out of the clouds, bringing a little warmth to the cold atmosphere, the shards of ice appeared to be crystals falling from the sky landing and melting upon the bushed brindled pelt on the mare’s rump. While it did not amount to anything the snow did dampen the mare’s pelt and in this cold air sent shots of cold up her spine leaving her uncomfortable but manageable she exploited no sign of the sensation outwardly. Deep breaths chilled her plural cavity as the cold winter air replaced the warm carbon from inside her, puffing out of her nostrils and mug as if she were a fire breathing dragon. Her throat and mouth were dry, due to her steady constant never breaking pace she kept, one, two, three, one, two, three over and over again like a well-oiled and maintained machine. Now, beneath the mare’s ivory hooves were the pebbles and rocks that lined the shore, hooves getting dampened by the mist and sprays of water from the ever constantly moving water. Her dry throat and mouth urged her to drink up the surely cold liquid, but the mare knew better, for this was not the clear or blue water that was commonly found and universally known as safe to drink, but it was a dark almost black color but moved like anyone would expect water to move like. Even knowing that she was dehydrated the mare took caution even letting the possible toxin touch her dainty frame, she walked along the waterline now, observing the activity of the water and examining the what appeared to be an island type of land. Halting, the mare displaced a dozen pebbles with the sudden stop her frame towards directly towards the island as something in the distance moved upon it. She huffed her breath, a puff of fog formed and she reached her boa out taking a step into the direction of the distant land and one hoof daring to plunge into the water. She narrowed her emerald pools as to attempt to focus but as soon as she saw the movement it was gone, gears inside of her head began to turn; it looked so dead over there why would anything living be on that wasteland would? Unless it wasn’t a wasteland…. Unless it was something great and undiscovered! Her mug formed a huge grin, her twin peaks pinned against her crown and looking at her hoof nearest the water she challenged the unknown, her next dagger plunged its way into the lagoon. Her mind now on gear to reach the distant island, soon however the mare found herself into deeper waters and her short frame was forced to turn back to the shore which was 13 or so yards away only stopping when her daggers were resting peacefully on the ground below the black fluid. There has to be a way across. I have to figure out what that was. I have to figure out what's over there. she began walking along the edge, finding it was uneven and would sometimes go out further in places than others. Maybe there is a bridge type formation under the water that would at least get me close enough to reach the other side… She stood in the water wading here and their attempting to find some sort of path towards her mission, not paying any mind to who may or may not be watching her. speech Muse: very good | 1128 | Open

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Crème Cheeses Most crème cheeses sold in the U.S. use pasteurized milk. Examples of crème cheeses include Brillat Savarin, Chaource and St. Andre. They are made using large amounts of butterfat -- up to 72 percent, according to Select Cheeses. Crème cheeses do not age well because of their high fat content, which means they are better when used soon after they're made. Processed Cheeses Processed cheeses are the pre-packaged variety most commonly found at the supermarket. These cheeses do not require refrigeration and can keep for very long periods of time. American cheese is one common type of processed cheese. It's actually a combination of cheddar and Colby cheeses that is melted, re-formed and then packaged for consumption. Other types of processed cheese include reduced-fat cheese and Vache Qui Rit. Typically, processed cheeses must have artificial flavoring added because the processing removes most of the cheese's natural flavors. Processed cheeses are also referred to as club cheeses or cold-pack cheeses. Cheese Food Most cheeses that are specifically made for spreading are considered cheese food. Technically, they are also considered processed cheeses, and they are also commonly referred to as cold-pack cheeses. Cheese sauces fall into the category of cheese food.

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