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Czysta Rasa

Trouble. Yes, the white gray stallion was good at getting himself neck deep in the worst sort of it but he always had an escape plan. A low growl sounded behind him just as he reached the edge of a valley that he could see no safe way down. So maybe he didn’t have an escape plan this time but in his defence he hadn’t expected to get into any trouble when he walked passed that mountain lion. What he hadn’t realised was that she had cubs and he had almost stepped on one, so of course he got attacked almost instantly. That was enough to kick his flight instinct into gear. With everything tell him to run before he got mauled he had taken off, not even bothered to remember that he could have easily beaten her in a fight.

So that’s how he ended up in this situation. He had his back against a deep valley and a pissed off mountain lioness hissing and spitting in front of him. Oh great. This was not what he had expected to happen when he woke up this morning but if this is what he was got then he would give it his all. Especially since his life was in danger. But he still had wanted to have a nice lazy day looking for a free land and maybe meeting a mare or two to keep him company while he watched the horizon for his childhood love. That was how he always wanted his day to go yet it never seemed to do what he wanted. No matter how hard he tried to stay out of trouble he always managed to find himself in hot water with some kind of angry, annoyed or bitchy animal chasing after him in an attempt to castrate or severely harm him. This time it just happened to a mountain lion.

In some really random last ditch attempt to stop the cat from attacking he smiled as nicely as he could managed in the situation and said in a voice similar to the one he used to talk to small children and babies “nice kittykittykitty. Don’t hurt me please. I didn’t mean to almost hurt your babies.” He gave the feline a sheepish smile the moment before she pounced.

“bad kitty!” he exclaimed with a most offended expression on his face as he shied to the side just in time to avoid having his nose mauled and he did not want his nose mauled. It was a beautiful, soft nose that he very much needed and if that goddamn cat got her claws in it he wouldn’t be able to do anything with it anymore. A short rush of air out of his nostrils showed his displeasure and extreme annoyance at the mountain lion’s attack before he turned to check on the cat.

She wasn’t where she had landed anymore.

Suddenly a heavy weight landed on his back and razor sharp claws pricked his skin. shitshitshitshit! he chanted in his mind the second he felt those claws get under his dark skin. He ducked quickly to the left and hit the ground to roll. In that motion he managed to dislodge the creature and probably crush several of her ribs. Hopefully. He hadn’t heard anything snap but he really hoped it was just because he was disorientated sudden change of wear his head was in relation to the ground.

No time to think about it though. He had a mountain lion to get rid of without killing because he really didn’t want to have to deal with the cubs. When the cat snarled again he slammed his hooves into her sides and trapped her in the cage of his fronts legs. With his ears pinned back and his bloody red eyes narrowed dangerous he snapped at her head. She hissed back so he blew a short rush of air at her from his nostrils which forced her to close her eyes long enough for him to pick her up by her scruff. There was much snarling and screeching and meowing in the minutes that followed him lifting the great cat off the ground but in the end he stood there blowing hard and his head, neck and chest covered in thin red lines with a tame looking mountain lion hanging from his mouth by her scruff.

Yeah! Now that’s how you tame a cougar!

With a cocky smirk on his lips he carried the cat back to her mewling cubs. She made this funny sound like a purr when she saw them so he dropped her and dropped his head to nudge the cubs. One of them batted his poor sore nose with one paw and another rubbed up against him purring like a contented house cat. He had to admit it; they were cute! He loved cute things. Softly blowing on their cute little faces to make them scrunch their wide blue eyes shut he lifted his head and met the mother’s eyes. And with that one look he knew he better leave before he went through that again, so he did. A quick turn on the haunches and he was cantering away, his ruby eyes sparkling with joy of seeing such cute innocent creatues.

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A normal day always brought about normal things, but this was no normal day. Something very much out of the ordinary was about to happen. And Temp just happened to be there to see it for herself.

While walking lazily along through a narrow valley - don't ask why, she tends to stroll in weird places - the yowl of a cougar was heard over the rocks. It sounded angry. Very angry. Temp was just about to turn and head back the way she had come when the scream of a equally enraged equine floated over for her to hear. Curiosity had always gotten the best of her. And there was also the fact that there was someone in trouble. She had to see if she could help in anyway. So she took off in the direction the noises had come from.

Upon reaching the surrounding area, the appaloosa mare witnessed a marveling sight. The stallion, who apparently had just had a run in with an angry mother cougar, was nuzzling and smiling at her cubs! Why the mother cat was letting him do such a thing was beyond her. Then, as if she suddenly realized who and what was playing with her babies, the lion gave the stallion a piercing gaze.

The stallion, getting the message, turned and cantered off.

Now here's where Temp's curiosity kicked in, and sometimes she thought that maybe it would be better if she wasn't like that. Then again, old habits die hard. She went after the stallion and called, "Hey!" as she came closer.

"How in the world did you do that?" she asked, clearly interesting in what he would say.

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Jack

He was minding his own business. Really, he was. He just...needed some fresh air, that was all, really! However, since when was a fixed point in time and space allowed to stay out of trouble? The tall limber black stallion was simply breezing through the mountains, taking in the fresh air, and enjoying himself. He was happy to have some time to himself, as his newly acquainted friends were great, but exhausting. It was odd, he was the social bug, wasn't he? Captain of the Innuendo Squad....right? Well, not right now. The mountains were a nice place to be on your own. Casually, he looked around when he noticed somebody following him. He tried not to notice, trying to look straight ahead.

As he did so, he came upon a rather strange sight. A stallion, carrying a cougar. A mountain lion, nay, a mountain lioness....he dropped the unhappy creature in front of the cubs, but only to have the mother stop calmly and watch, while the cubs batted at the stallion's nose. After a moment, the look of the mother drove the stallion off. He was a grey stallion, and rather handsome, fairly tall and strong. A warmblood, much like the tall black horse. As he observed, he saw another horse catching up, and was about to follow when he got this strange feeling that he had been a little bit too distracted. He turned around. A tall, draft stallion stood facing him, fury in his eyes. The black stallion sighed.


"Hello," he said grinning cockily. The big stallion merely stared at him shaking with fury. "Oh come on now handsome, lighten up, all I did was say hello."
"That was a lot more than 'hello'," the draft horse snarled. The black stallion rolled his eyes.
"Alright, but you know, she didn't exactly protest -" however, the rest of this sentence was lost in a bellow of fury, and the black stallion didn't need to be intelligent to turn tail and bolt. After all, he was intelligent, so the task was remarkably easy for him. As he sprinted along the edge, he saw down below the other stallion and the mare cantering just up ahead. As he got closer, he saw it was about a thirty foot drop down a sheer ledge, so he would have to keep running until it leveled out, although it might just be better to let the dumb old goat kill him and get it over with.

As he galloped, Jack looked behind him and saw the huge stallion falling behind, however, when he looked forward again, he saw that he was passing the stallion and mare. What exactly surged through the stallion's blood and mind cannot be determined, but it should be well known that nothing that when through that horse's head was suitable to be spoken out loud, and we can drop it right there. As he passed, he unconsciously slowed down, staring at the two horses below him. He looked up ahead; it leveled out in about a hundred meters. He grinned at the two horses.

"Hello there!" he called. "I gotta say, nice moves with that cat back there, where - " once again, he was unable to finish his sentence. However, the reason was far more serious, because he had slowed to a canter, and the draft stallion had not changed pace, and had finally caught up with him. The burly stallion didn't bother with biting or shouting, or kicking. He merely threw his weight into the black stallion, and the force threw him off the cliff. Jack didn't have time to really think about it much as he went down, but he felt his leg collide with the side of the cliff, felt it break, and as he saw the ground coming close far too fast, he felt a searing pain shoot through his neck and back, and then everything went black.

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The draft horse skidded to a stop, peering down at Jack, and he smiled satisfactorily. He had defiled one of his mares, and thus gotten what he deserved. The horse was clearly dead, he had landed on his neck and was now crumpled on top of his head, and as he rolled off as a deadweight and laid out flat, he could have been taking a lie down if not for the blood trickling from the horse's nose ad head. He looked at the other two horses who were coming up on the black stallion as he had fallen right in front of them. The big stallion felt sorry that they had to see that, but justice was justice, and so with a toss of his head, he turned and cantered away.

For a few moments as the draft horse disappeared into the hills, all was still, and the big black stallion lay silently dead. Suddenly, like a man nearly drowned in water, he took in a massive breath, gasping as he clumsily up-righted himself. Once he was lying down, but upright, he sat there panting for a moment, and shook his head. The blood disappeared from the ground, from his nose, and from his head, and he got to his feet, and looked around at the other two horses, panting. "Well now," he said. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and who might you be?" Even death couldn't stop him from flirting with two fine young looking horses.

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Czysta Rasa

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Red eyes calmly took in the scene in front of him like one of his new company had not just fallen off a cliff and most certainly died then come back to life and introduced himself as Jack something. A short snort escaped from his nostrils at that name. Jack, what an unoriginal name that was definitely lacking in awesome and was completely unmemorable. How was he expected to make this horse awesome when he had nothing to work with? He was good but he couldn’t do anything and making something that was totally unawesome awesome was one of those things even he couldn’t do unless a miracle happened-which was really unlikely and impossible with a name like Jack-.

Other than the terrible name the black stallion was quite good looking. He stood at about the same height as the crimson eyed horse and was probably some sort of Warmblood like him. Good. If he had good bloodlines there was at least something there to start with. The looks would probably be helpful too. Tall, dark with a white stripe that started between his eyes and ended at his nose. Yes, he did have the looks to make ladies fall over their feet for him but so did Rasa who was in a way the opposite of Jack What’s-his-name. He was a standout white with black skin under that snowy hair and two deadly red eyes that held a spark of something that could almost be considered evil at times. Although most of the time it was just considered to be mischievousness.

Then there was the mare. His expression seamlessly shifted into something predatory and full of lust. She was gorgeous and he wanted her to be his to play with as he pleased without ever giving up his heart. Her dark rump was splattered with white and her eyes were intriguing. With a small smirk forming on his features he finished looking her over and spoke in a seductive purr “hey birdie. Do you wanna come sit on my shoulder?” His smirk grew as he awaited her reaction. Oh, this would be so interesting.

Almost immediately after his line to the pretty mare he turned his attention back to the stallion standing nearby. The one who had died and had just asked what their names were. Well, he should answer that question so Jack what’s-his-name wouldn’t have to wait any longer to know the awesomeness that was Czysta Rasa. Without further thought on the matter he lifted his head proudly, his eyes lighting from the spark of mischief and burning on the wood of his ego. There red depths held his pride as a stallion, his colt like mischief and the extreme cockiness he went into everything with. “I am the most awesome Czysta Rasa, but because the awesome me knows my totally awesome name is too hard for you unawesome beings to remember you can call me Rasa.”

That mischief growing into a fire in his ruby eyes signalled something that neither of the horses would be able to read until they knew him-and they clearly didn’t- but if they had known what that meant they would have been running very, very fast in the opposite direction. Oh, if only they knew what they had got themselves into by greeting the albino looking stallion.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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After she had approached the snow-colored stallion, Tempest Wind could see the blood red color of his eyes. Startled, she became stock still. That is, until a stallion suddenly dropped from the face cliff - as if pushed - and landed with a sickening thud on the hard Earth. Blood ran from his mouth and it clear that he was...dead. Tempest Wind gulped and took one step back.

Then, something miraculous happened. The black horse took a deep, shuddering - and then coughing - breath and raised his head. He was alive! "Whoah, that is just so weird." she muttered, eying the stallion, but apparently used to seeing strange things such as this. Tainted Paradise was a chock full of oddities and she sure had seen her fair share in her lifetime. The brute introduced himself as Jack Harkness. What an odd last name. The first name was normal enough, and to some, could be considered a quite boring name, but Tempest Wind didn't care what others thought.

And now that albino stallion spoke.

Well, he seemed so sure of himself. His words made Tempest Wind blink, surprised. What was he going on about? Was that a pick-up line? She let out a little snort and shook her head, half-amused. "Haha, that is the lamest pick-up line I've heard yet." she grinned, tossing her head up sharply. She didn't know what his motives where, but Tempest Wind being who she was, couldn't be anything but friendly. So when the two stallions told their names, she smiled. "My name is Tempest Wind. It's a pleasure to meet you, the awesome Czysta Rasa." she emphasized the 'awesome' with an amused grin. Then, turning to the black horse, she nodded at him with a smile. "Same goes to you Jack Harkness. How do you do?"

What an interesting day.