Al Khamsa Story (four charecter's available) (please reply)

Hear are the five mares you can play, I play one, this will make out the short story of the five important mare's hear is the story line below.

"Al Khamsa" is an Arabic term that is applied to specific Bedouin bloodlines of the Arabian horse. It roughly translates to "the five."

The legend of Al Khamsa refers to the five favorite horses of the prophet Muhammad. According to this folklore, Mohammed denied his mares water for three days as a test of endurance and stamina. He then released the mares to run to an oasis and quench their thirst. As a test of loyalty, the mares were called back by the sound of the battle horn before reaching the water. Of the hundreds of mares charging forward, only five stopped and returned to Mohammed. These became known as "the five". Each of these brave and loyal mares was given a strain name -- Kehilan, Seglawi, Abeyan, Hamdani and Hadban -- and was carefully bred, creating the foundation of the Arabian Horse's Bedouin bloodlines. Arabian horses that can trace all of their bloodlines to these Bedouin strains are collectively known as "Al Khamsa Arabians".

The reply's will make out there store hear are the charecter's.

Each strain, when bred pure, developed characteristics that could be recognized and identified. The Kehilan strain was noted for depth of chest, masculine power and size. The average pure in strain Kehilan stood up to 15 hands. Their heads were short with broad foreheads and great width in the jowls. Most common colors were gray and chestnut.

The Seglawi was known for refinement and almost feminine elegance. This strain was more likely to be fast rather than have great endurance. Seglawi horses have fine bone, longer faces and necks than the Kehilan. The average height for a Seglawi would be 14.2 hands, the most common color Bay.

The Abeyan strain is very similar to the Seglawi. They tended to be refined. The pure in strain Abeyan would often have a longer back than a typical Arabian. They were small horses, seldom above 14.2 hands, commonly gray and carried more white markings than other strains.

Hamdani horses were often considered plain, with an athletic if somewhat masculine, large boned build. Their heads were more often straight in profile, lacking an extreme Jibbah. The Hamdani strain was one of the largest, standing as much as 15.2 hands. The common colors were gray and bay. ( I will play her)

The Hadban strain was a smaller version of the Hamdani. Sharing several traits including big bone and muscular build. They were also known for possessing an extremely gentle nature. The average height of a Hadban was 14.3 hands, the primary color brown or bay with few if any white markings.

I will play Hamidani. All are mares.

(In this story line the mares are pined up by a stream for five day's without water then released this is the story about the five mares) I will start story after all cheracter's are taken.

Just tell me what mare you want to be please be an active player.

Can i be the Seglawi?

Sure good pick. If there are not enough people picking you can be another horse just in case.

Shore you can, thank's.

If you guy's want you can be another horse I dont know if I have enough people asking. So you can ask to be another.

(Nah, I'm good.)
~Seglawi~

I trot in, my elegant mane swooshing high in the air. I practice my piffaie(dressage move, don't know how to spell.) and go to the lake to drink. The water was Ice cold, but It felt good on my dry throat. I could feel it going down my body, it made me feel alive. I go to get another drink, and hear some bushes shaking. All of a sudden, A mountain cat charged at me. My quick legs dodging the attack by a mere second, but he was hungry. He chased after me, gaining on me. I did one of my amazing tricks that humans teach horses in certain competitions to do. I stop, the mountain cat was leaping for me, but i put my neck down and avoided those sharp claws. I canter, and step on the mountain cat, killing it instantly. I step of it and go to the lake, still as a rock and look at myself. "No scratches, but some roughness on my neck. The panther must have scratched me, or stepped on me." I turn around, looking at my body. It was fine, but the mountain cat made my hair go against the growth. "Simple way to fix this." I say and go under a skinned branch, the soft wood showing. I lower myself and rub on it, making the hairs go in the normal direction. I rub off, and go to graze. "Filthy panther, go die in the sea." I say and kick the lifeless body, making it go in the bush.

(The horse doesn't know it's a mountain cat, the mountain cat explored different terrain for her young. She calls it panther, along with all other big cats.)

(Uhh can I be Abeyan..?)

(Oh, i didn't read the story line I'll do it again.)

Faye you can be Abeyan and that's OK Septsapp it happen's it is kinda confusing and yes Angle you can be Kehilan. we can start posting i think.

I'm gonna start the begining off with a discripton i will do this sometimes so no one get's lost or confused. I don't play your horse jsut tell what happen's then you can repate it just in the point of veiw of your horse.

There where hundred's of mare's and many mounted horsemen hearding theme into a large pin, dust flew from flying steal hooves as mare's and filly's ran comly into the pin. None new what this was all about there head's up calling to each othere, some standing shy othere's stronger and willing to obey there master's.

All right you guy's can post your responce.

(Hamidani)

I moved slowly forward searching for my four freind's Seglawi, Hadban, Kehilan, and Abeyan.
I called there names but they blinded in with the other's. Where where they?

Seglawi

I was somehow roped in this nasty cage with other horses, skin to skin. The line will never end, but i tried to find my friends. Suddenly the crack of a whip scares me, but even more the horses star cantering. I was trying as hard as i could to go the opposite direction, but the horses were too much. My neighs seemed to be drowned in the sounds of the hooves, but it wasn't going unnoticed. Suddenly a whip is cracked in my face and i rear, showing off my beautiful coat and shiny hooves. I forget going agaist the herd of hooves and go with it, galloping past most horses and i see my friends Hamidani, Hadban, Kehilan, and Abeyan. I continue to gallop towards them.

I sigh in relef as I watch Seglawi run toured us I felt worred when she reared and pawed the sky seeing that she had been startled, Seglawi was not scared realy just nervuse like me and the othere's are owner's did not strik us with the whip's but heareded us into the pin with the whip's sacring the ground and air. There where holer's and shout's as we galloped into the pin. I nuzzled my freind's ashuring theme evrey thing would be OK.

(Is the other's on we need the other's going to post we can't carry on the storie without theme, thank's for posting.)