Storyline,
Love and Hate, they are so alike.

I don't wear designer clothes, I don't go to the finest schools. But I know, I ain't no foo-ool baby. I may not be a star, I am not driving the sickest car. But I know, I can make you happy-y baby.

A body marked by the past of this beloved creature entered the area that was called BMH these days. His appearance was unknown for most creatures here. Well let us say as for all actually, because Shamrock was an outsider, a horse with no purpose, a horse with no family, ... In short, a horse with no meaning. But Shamrock was wrong. He does have a family, but they don't know the forced stallion had survived the assassination attempt. He knew he was blessed finding his way again, he knew that better than anybody else, but still.. He was missing his own melody, the melody of his life. Something that would make him feel better, that could cheer him up when he was down. Finding something that could compare would be his new quest of the day. He wasn't someone who looked forward in life, no he just lived the present moment.

Eventually he stopped at a little river, where he pitched his nose in the air. He was wondering.. What would happen today. (...)
(...)

** OPEN for everyone

I was standing at a river when I heard something near by. I came closer and then I saw him, a beautifull but also strange stallion. He just stood there with his nose in the air. Not knowing I was here. Slowly I walked closer, not as close as he was at the river, but close enough to him so he could see me. I was wondering why he just stood there, doing nothing. It's almost a full blue moon, and he is standing there. Maybe he just don't know about the dangerous horses in BMH. I decided to take one step, just one step closer to him. But when I dit that, A stone rolled away and fell in the water. I looked straight to the stallion. Praying not to look up cause I can't run away, he certainly hear me than.

Sorry if my English is wrong. I am from Belgium.

Storyline,
Love and Hate, they are so alike.

I don't wear designer clothes, I don't go to the finest schools. But I know, I ain't no foo-ool baby. I may not be a star, I am not driving the sickest car. But I know, I can make you happy-y baby.

He reached out his neck and pushed his dark colored lips slowly against the water surface. It was refreshing, something Shamrock loved more than anything. A refreshing in life. He swallowed a little bit of the water and afterwards he raised his head again. He really had no idea that a few meters further a mare was looking towards him.

Shamrock wasn't an easy individual. He had DID, the Dissociative identity disorder. It was a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities. You can say, Shamrock was never the same horse you met. One time he could be so sweet, the other time he would hate or not recognize you. He had a bad and a good side, unfortunately the bad side took the upper hand. He is trying to fight it, but its really a no-go...

A small sigh left Shamrock's mouth while his eyes slipped further over the area. He just felt that today was going to be a good day. But like any forecast, things still could go wrong anytime. That was the moment he heard the rock fell into the water and he finally noticed the mare. His blue watchers slid slowely over her body and whereupon they freezed at her eyes. Even though his facial expression wasn't unfriendly, it wasn't really friendly either. Lets say, that he was looking at her with a neutral view. Shamrock was someone who rather stood there and wait, than approach the mare himself. He was wondering what to expect, what she would do. (...)

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* haha ok zelfde reden als mij dus.

I saw him watching at me, he was watching with a neutral view. Would he be a good one? I stept forward to him, because hiding and running away would makes me look like I'm a weak mare. But I'm not. I'm very strong because of my past. I grew up all alone when I was 6 months old. My parents and I were attacked by a cougar and I was the only one who survived. I have a blind eye since then and scars on my cheek and belly. So you couldn't call me a weak mare. When I stood at the other side of the river, I looked in his blue eyes and said Hi, I'm Flecha/ Who are you? The only thing I tried was being nice and friendly. But sometimes I can be hard too. And I felt this stallion wasn't friendly or hatefull. There was sometinh special at him. I looked one more time before I began to drink of the cold water. It was so cold that I had to stop drinking before my stomach hurts.