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Name: Korisen
Alias: Kori
Gender: Mare
Domain: Traveling
Currently: Trying to remember my family
Age: Young adult
Owner: Chelsea, stable_blondy
Mother: Somewhere, I don't remember
Father: Somewhere, I don't remember
Breed: Arabian
Eyes: Light crystal blue
Personality: Shy, Careful, Polite, Carign, Longing to remember
Herd: Magishcer Herd
Love: Bou Lonnais!
Rp: Open

:Friends:

Bou

Everyday I find myself growing closer to this handsome stallion. He's my most trusted friend, and I'd do nearly anything for him. So far, he's the only one I know able to bring me from my shy shell. I cannot thank him enough for the pain he's relieved in my heart. He has brought hope to my life again when I had nearly given up. I don't know how I could have continued my life without his friendship and kindness. Currently, he's taking me to visit his homelands in Yergoun. I look forward to what adeventures may await us in the future.

Illva

He is a kind soul, and I guess I could say my best friend. At first I felt very uncomfortable around him and barely spoke, but he made his way through my shield. I feel he is one of the few I can trust. We've been through so much struggle, bu so far we've managed to pull through. He's currently helping me try to learn my past, though I haven't told him much about it yet.

Nakir

This stallion is a very good friend I met in the herd. He's different from many others, and he is mistunderstood by many. It took some time for him to get used to me, but he's rather sweet onc you get to know him. I sense he has secrets he's hiding, but I don't want to be nosy and pry them out of him. He saved me once from wolves, perhaps four or five of them, I cannot remeber exactly. He whispered omethign I could not understand and set one afire, and kicked at the others. I probaly would have become dinner if it weren't for him.

:Love:

Bou Lonnias!!
Under Construction

:Likes:

Bou!!
Sunlight
Clouds
Singing birds
Flying
Searching
Chelsea

:Dislikes:

Darkness
Night
Hackers/Thiefs
Losing my memories
Rude people/unis

:Story:

Begining's First Bloodshed

The day had gone to sleep, and a new born foal lade down with her mother. The night was cool, with many dangers surrounding the forest. A large unicorn stallion watched over his family, proud of his new beautiful daughter. The mother nuzzled the young foal, and soon, she fell asleep.

The stallion stood close by the side of his family, ready to attack at any sign of danger. The night had silenced, and only the crikits chirped. Pleasing as the night seemed, something within the forest was quietly stirring.

Two large dragon like creatures had come out from hiding. Sleeping for many years, they were now hungry. There breath smelt of rotting flesh and their claws were stained in blood. They moved swifty without waking any creatures of the forest. They seeked only the meat of a unicorn, and they sensed it was near.

The stallion's nostril's flared, filled with the scent of death and his ears pressed flat against his head. Danger was coming, fast. He alerted his mate, warning her of the scent he had picked up. The mare arose her child, telling her to stay quiet and be brave. She pushed the foal back into a tree hollow against the forest floor.

The stallion stood his ground in front of his mate as the black and red monsters appeared. He lowered his horn, ready to fight. The two creatures lunged at the horses, adn the fight began.

The little foal watched in horror as her parents fought the losing battle against the monsters. Obeying her mom, she tried not to cry or make any noises. Her father was covered in blood and cuts, her mother bloody and stumbling on the ground, gasping for breath. The stallion tried to aid his falling love, but it was just to late. The creatures had surrounded the two, taking their late breaths away.

The little girl whimpered uncontrolably as she witnessed the creatures tear apart her parent's bodies, despite her mother's warning. Her heart was beating so fast and loud, it could almost be heard echoing in the treehollow. THe screams and death replayed over and over in her young mind.

It didn;t take long for the creatures to pic up the noises of the whimpering foal. THey turned their fowl faces in her direction. THe young foal felt the presence of evil looking upon her, closing in on her. She panicked, knowing if she stayed, she would end up having the same death as her parents. Breathing hard, she made a choice to run.

She bolted from her hidden cave out into the open forest, surely an easy kill. Wobbly on her new legs, she started to run, jumping large tree roots and avoiding low branches and trees. She could hear the thundering creaures stomping close behind her. They had the clear advantage over her. HEr energy was lw, and she could feel herself slowing. She could only prepare herself for death.

She could almost feal the claws digging into her back, when seemingly from nowhere, a light shook the forest and its very roots. The foal fell hard on her face, shivering, mortified of what lay ahead. Her whorld blurred before going black altogether.

Lost and Confused

Days seemed to pass as the little foal lay still, hidden in the darkness of the forest. Her breath was slow and silent, but her body shuddered violently. Her eyes slowly opened, and she stood weakly to her long and thin legs.

She looked around, confused and dizzy.Her mind was filled wiht a cloudy darkness. The air was thick and hazy, creating a thin layer of fog against the trees. It was hard to see through, hiding the evidence of the previous kills.

THe sun was barely poking out from behind the forest, letting a dark glow cover the forest. THe foal stood there, having not a clue what had happened. She whinnied aloud, hoping for a response from her mother or father, but the forest was silent.

Hungry, the little foal started walking the opposite way of her parent's carcases. She found some grass to nibble on, but she was scared. She had no mother to hide behind, and was alone in the dangerous forest.

Once satisfied from the grass, she started walking towards the forest's exit, crying out for her mother and father. Still, there was no reply. She whimpered like a lost puppy as the sun began to show. Soon the day would become bright and animals and other creatures would come out. She would need to leave the forest and find a better shelter.

Soon, she stumbled out of the forest, finding herself facing a wide open field. Far on the other side, she saw a small cottage with steam coming from th chimey. Her ears perked up, hoping her parents would be there, and she quickly cantered across the field, tripping every now and then.

She was panting by time she finally made it to the small cottage. A warm aroma filled the air as she stepped up onto the porch. Her tiny hooves clunked against the floor boards as she walked over to the door. She banged her hoof against the door, waiting for it to open.

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