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Behind the image:
As soon as I saw Muse's tryout application, for the mysterious dark god, I fell in absolute, terrible love with Taj. He is no doubt a stunning creature and I am not one to go for the odd coloring for the Friesian breed, but I love him!

Oh and I am like, extremely proud of myself for his coloring! That horse was a pure black Friesian and well...just look at him now!

Here is his past:
Tajah was born in the human world, to two big Fresian showhorses, though there must have been an impurity along one of the bloodlines because he was born white, not black. His coat became sandy-ish and his tassels stained black as he matured. With his technically good physique, he became known as 'the Fresian ghost'; although he could not show in the Fresian section – due to his colour – Wyndon Park Tajah Cruciare blasted every open competition he entered, with his flawless, sassy and charismatic lines and movement. At the peak of technical perfection, restless Tajah was shipped from Wyndon Park to show in Argentina for a span of a few months, owners opting for a sea route in the hopes of dodging quarantine. Who was to question the illustrious Wyndon Park when they showed their (fake) papers?

To put it simply, the ship crashed. Tossed about like a feather in a storm, Tajah finally washed ashore on Unbridled, breaking open his rotten crate, looking a bit crumpled but highly amused. A long scar stretched across his left eye from the journey. The stag's fluffy winter hide was still creamy an cloud-like, his midnight flag still straight an as shadowed as pitch.

Tajah, delighted with his new home, stepped out into the wilderness of the island, and found a place where a mortal horse in which ran divine blood could be vaulted to the full status of their calling . . . bathed in mystery, a shrouded enigma, another God enters Unbridled.

A glimpse..
The heavy sheet of water crashed on a sodden back, a million crystal droplets rebounding and creating ripples on the canon-deep pool. The shallow lake was murky with stirred-up mud from the tonnes of waterfall smacking the surface with the strength of a cyclops. No plants took root in the overflowing pool, but four saplings stood fast, waving slightly with the steady, icy flow.

The black-bottomed stalks were burning with cold, but Tajah ignored the numbness creeping up his leg bones. The cold beating on his back was better than a hand massage, and his shining dun coat was completely washed. Stretching soaked serpentine in leisurely ease, the tawny stag relished his godly strength, and invulnerability to the heavy water. It was almost weighty enough to fracture his back, but the numbing affect of the freezing liquid filled him with bubbling ecstasy, subconsciously delighting in the risk of being mortally injured and stuck in a tapestry of pain, due to his assumed immortal-ness.

Lounging out of the fall, the buckskin hessian let his black orbs roll back, silently contemplating his muscled physique. All was good. Dappled frame was leeched of any buttery tone by the shadows and downy winter fur that armored his knotted sinew, and silky tapestry was long and midnight. A languid, lopsided smile flicked across the side of his maw. "Ready to roll, hot stuff."...

EDIT: fixed his hair. it was bugging me so i fixed it to how i now do my hair, hehe. looks much better.

Photomanipulation copyrighted to themarchcat. All rights reserved, 2009.
horse: ximpossible [link]
background: [all backgrounds used were from sxc.hu]
- phunphoto
- fiskmonk
- sabinki
- StudioTO
Program: Adobe Photoshop Elements 7.0 and CS2
Layers: 12
Planning Time: two days
Time Manipping: random periods

Description

Behind the image:
As soon as I saw Muse's tryout application, for the mysterious dark god, I fell in absolute, terrible love with Taj. He is no doubt a stunning creature and I am not one to go for the odd coloring for the Friesian breed, but I love him!

Oh and I am like, extremely proud of myself for his coloring! That horse was a pure black Friesian and well...just look at him now!

Here is his past:
Tajah was born in the human world, to two big Fresian showhorses, though there must have been an impurity along one of the bloodlines because he was born white, not black. His coat became sandy-ish and his tassels stained black as he matured. With his technically good physique, he became known as 'the Fresian ghost'; although he could not show in the Fresian section – due to his colour – Wyndon Park Tajah Cruciare blasted every open competition he entered, with his flawless, sassy and charismatic lines and movement. At the peak of technical perfection, restless Tajah was shipped from Wyndon Park to show in Argentina for a span of a few months, owners opting for a sea route in the hopes of dodging quarantine. Who was to question the illustrious Wyndon Park when they showed their (fake) papers?

To put it simply, the ship crashed. Tossed about like a feather in a storm, Tajah finally washed ashore on Unbridled, breaking open his rotten crate, looking a bit crumpled but highly amused. A long scar stretched across his left eye from the journey. The stag's fluffy winter hide was still creamy an cloud-like, his midnight flag still straight an as shadowed as pitch.

Tajah, delighted with his new home, stepped out into the wilderness of the island, and found a place where a mortal horse in which ran divine blood could be vaulted to the full status of their calling . . . bathed in mystery, a shrouded enigma, another God enters Unbridled.

A glimpse..
The heavy sheet of water crashed on a sodden back, a million crystal droplets rebounding and creating ripples on the canon-deep pool. The shallow lake was murky with stirred-up mud from the tonnes of waterfall smacking the surface with the strength of a cyclops. No plants took root in the overflowing pool, but four saplings stood fast, waving slightly with the steady, icy flow.

The black-bottomed stalks were burning with cold, but Tajah ignored the numbness creeping up his leg bones. The cold beating on his back was better than a hand massage, and his shining dun coat was completely washed. Stretching soaked serpentine in leisurely ease, the tawny stag relished his godly strength, and invulnerability to the heavy water. It was almost weighty enough to fracture his back, but the numbing affect of the freezing liquid filled him with bubbling ecstasy, subconsciously delighting in the risk of being mortally injured and stuck in a tapestry of pain, due to his assumed immortal-ness.

Lounging out of the fall, the buckskin hessian let his black orbs roll back, silently contemplating his muscled physique. All was good. Dappled frame was leeched of any buttery tone by the shadows and downy winter fur that armored his knotted sinew, and silky tapestry was long and midnight. A languid, lopsided smile flicked across the side of his maw. "Ready to roll, hot stuff."...

EDIT: fixed his hair. it was bugging me so i fixed it to how i now do my hair, hehe. looks much better.

Photomanipulation copyrighted to themarchcat. All rights reserved, 2009.
horse: ximpossible [link]
background: [all backgrounds used were from sxc.hu]
- phunphoto
- fiskmonk
- sabinki
- StudioTO
Program: Adobe Photoshop Elements 7.0 and CS2
Layers: 12
Planning Time: two days
Time Manipping: random periods