INTRODUCTION

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ITS A HARD ENOUGH LIFE
I come from a land where the sand rolls on miles before you, as you cut it away before gravity snarls and grabs it back. Where the sun beats on you and creatures have never heard of shade. Where the only water you'll find is in you. Where nothing lives, but the tough, nothing but me. So, now you've come here, begging for protection. Ha! Protection, theirs no such thing here, only the sun and the sand. You want to know who I am? You want to know me? Well, it's a long story; then again, it's a long day here.

I knew things before I even stepped in the light. I knew sounds and heat. I felt pain too, kicks and slamming me on walls, and the feeling of hunger. All this I knew in the darkness. Yet it was better than then, better than the outside. The outside was hell in its self. I came in the night, the only time in 24 hours which still welcomes me still. That night would be the best in years. The first I saw was sky and the sand. It was deep blue, with the moon half way over the nearest dune. The sands were rippled from the day's wind. That was the only peace for the next weeks.

I remember getting on look at my mother before hell came. Hell lived it in that brute like it does in satin. When my mother heard his hooves she kicked me in the tall hardy grass. She told me to shut-up and be still. And she told me something else, something I haven't heard since.

I love you Amun

God bless her for that. The next sounds where those that would taunt me forever. I heard them and I cursed them. I remember the shouting and then the screams. Her screams. Horrid screams, sounds of thuds and pleas. I remember calling out to her. Then silence. He moved towards me, he even looked like hell. He stood over me and his voice was clear.

Well Saphira, I see you had our hellion. You know what babe? I'm thirsty. Thirsty. Will it be this one or you?

He took his hoof and lifted my chin to meet his eyes. Those devil eyes. Then my mother stood from the ground, I can only guess how she got there. She looked at me and then him. The blood that dripped from her, the first blood of many. Her words where hoarse and shaky.

Me, Dalon, please get away from him.

He turned on her, and I watched. I watched the first killing of many. When her body lay limp and lifeless he turned to me. I remember his tight bite on my short mane. Then being lifted and thrown from the blades of shelter. I hit the cold sands with a thud. When I regained my vision I looked up at him. He glared down at me with a stare.

You'll remember this; you'll remember this in your dieing hours tomorrow. You mother was foolish, an idiot, you may want think about that, how much an idiot she was to give to you. To give to a dead foal, a wimp and mama's boy. Oh wait there mama, she's dead!

He laughed and then backed. He snorted and kicked his heels at me and galloped away. As I choked on the last of the sand I stood. My mother's dead body already lay covered in flies. I felt my stomach turn over, I had to do something. So I went to her bodice and using the rest of me energy I kicked as much sand as I could on her. A burial or somewhat, at the moment it was only to keep the flies from her. I drank the remaining milk from her. Then I turned my back to her, from the oasis of shade. I looked towards the sands that rolled before me. And I walked I, I walked through the next day. That was the first time I felt heat, and I have never felt different.

I promised through those long hours that I would never be like him. I would live the life my mother would have wanted. I was already wise at the time, and so I would remain for my life. I would a quiet one, a silent one. So here I began the struggle, of life. The struggle of what I would have to go through, a life of hopes, and downfalls that would shape me forever. So here I began, as I took the first step, the first step of a life of pain and hurt, wisdom, and silence.

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MY SISTER
The days after this pass so slow and yet so blurry I don't remember my first day. Most colt's first day of life is filled with joy and happiness. Mine was filled with sweat and hunger. I wallowed through the sands, head bent and small wings dragging. I needed milk. I needed to drink something. I don't even know how I surived that day, but I did. At night my savor came.

Who dares wake my mares at this time of night?

A voice booms at me. I look up to see this black stag of power. I shrink back. And shiver, yet he has mares, and where there is mares, there is a mother, and where there is a mother, there is food. I need to get to his mares but I fear if I approach he'll knock me silly, so I stay quiet. After a bit he snorts and trots back to the center of his harem and I am let to figure out a plan.

I crep in the shadows till I reach their edge. A maris, with a filly lays closet to me.

Psst, filly, awaken

I whisper, and the night winds must have carried it to her. She rouses and lazily looks at me. Glancing at her mother she stood. I notice she is almost a yearling! She made her way to me and a frown crossed her face.

What do you want!

She demanded at a whisper. I gulp but tell the chocolate coffee colored maris.

Please spare me, I need something to drink. I am only a day old and have nothing.

I think she took pity on me then for her face softeed and she sighed.

What is your name? And come over here.

I lift up glad for this free meal. She goes to her mother and whispers. The mother awakes and stands and comes towards me. She seems friendly and a swish my short hind tassels. Yet when she comes closer her face crosses. The stallion in the center is awoken by the call she sends. All the mares are awake. The yearling looks ashamed and comes to my side.

Run

We race as fast as we can. The stallion comes close on our tails as we are literally chased down. She pushes me on, nudgeing me. The stallion murderessly rips her out from behind me. He slides to a halt, holding her by the scruff of the neck. I swing round and charge him. He can barely hold the kicking yearlying and when I meet him he is forced to drop her. She screams at me and we race off again. He no longer follows.

Hey, ok you can stop now. The rivers not far.

I slow and follow her to the water's edge. She convinces me the liquid is good and so is the grass that grows beside it. I take it and thank her and walk away. She said she is heading to mountains.

By the way who are you?

She asked as I walk away. I reluctantly tell her.

My mother be dead, Saphira be her name. My father is Dalon, he killed her and nearly me. I am Amun.

And without even looking back I charge away. If I had turned around I would have seen her mouth drop, I will one day find out is my older sister.

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NEW LIFE GROWS
Soon though life took another turn, I found Midlands who took me in as her own. I have left my desert home to find a guild and I have found one in Shadowed Spirits. I'm not sure what will happen now. I am constantly remembering my past and stores so I shall add them here when I recall them.

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STATS
{.:Name:..:Amun:.}
{.:Name+Tag:..:0__Amun__0:.}
{.:Age:..:apox. 10:.}
{.:Mate:..:None:.}
{.:Gender:..:Stallion:.}
{.:Coloration:..:A lightly tan and down my legs it grows darker, my mane and tail are brown and I have a chunk out of my mane from where my father picked me up when I was little:.}
{.:Horn/Wings:..:A snak wraps around it and its head hangs out at the point./My wings are only sightly darker than my body and they are quiet large and slick:.}
{.:Eye Color:..:Brown:.}
{.:Herd:..:I belong to no one:.}
{.:Markings:..:Below my horn is a Swith two gold dots in the inward curves. Around my eye is horus's eye, I have a front band which has a cross charm, my hind left has a solid gold band, half way down my tail I have a solid gold wrap:.}

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NICE
{.:Solitude:.}
{.:Heat:.}
{.:Deserts:.}
{.:Shadows:.}
{.:Peace:.}
{.:Old Friends:.}
{.:Hot Tea:.}
{.:Night:.}

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NAUGHTY
{.:Stranger:.}
{.:Afternoon:.}
{.:Herds:.}
{.:Crowds:.}
{.:Show offs:.}
{.:Foals:.}

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DESCRIPTION
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THANK YOU KIMUTA!!!!!! Now, if you are using this as a referance, then his tail is only half way wrapped, he doesn't have the tape on the nose, its just the decine box, so not white box(sp?), he is more of a tan like color and he has a left hind band. Then his mane has a large chunk out of it. And his eye has horus's eye around it. This is still a cool peice of work though! Yet, this one is still amazing work! I love it. Any more fan art, for my toybox is more than welcomed its loved!

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TOYBOX/FAN ART
Am I pretty enough get picturers of me?

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0__Amun__0
{.:Silent:..:Wise:..:Strong:..:Lost:..:Alone:..:Brave:.}