Post by Black Thorns on Aug 1, 2011 20:34:01 GMT -5
Sonalane
Name;;
Sonalane
AKA;;
Sona
Age;;
9 years.
Gender;;
Mare
Breed;;
Akhal Teke is the only blood that runs through the veins of this mare.
Height;;
15.3 HH
Coat Colour;;
Her hide is covered in a glossing buckskin, so shining it seems to be metallic- just like the breed always has.
Eye Colour;;
Her natural, brown eyes are so dark that they could be easily mistaken for black.
Markings;;
Dark, black points with a stripe down her back. Her mane and tail also reflect this darkness.
Personality;;
Sonalane has an incurable lust for blood and war, one learned from her youth that carries on into today- even though there has not been a war, not for some time. She satisfies this hunger by killing and torturing those who cross her path, wherever she roams in the lands of Ramaskith. She is a leader, and hates any type of leadership. She finds nothing stronger than an army of warriors, and will try to command and control those who she decides not to kill- should they not comply, they die just as well. She is very dependable and loyal for the most part, though there are times that she is as sturdy to lean on as paper-thin, old glass. She has no problems on turning on her so-called loved ones, or just simply leaving without a word. She is a warrior, nothing but a horse bred to fight, to kill.
History;;
Sonalane has always had a strange lust for killing, for murder. She was born already into the lands of the East, though entirely unrelated to Ramaskith, the alpha stag. Her herd still interacted very closely with him, as they were his top warriors for a war he had been planning for many, many years. She knew she was bred to fight, and that she was nothing but happy about. Wasn't every foal under the lead of Rama happy to fight? The answer was, undeniably, yes. Sona grew with many "play fights" as a foal that oftentimes ended in fatalities, toughening and strengthening her against fighting. The other members of the herd encouraged this- if they learned to fight well now, so very young, they would be great fighters as they grew. Sona was raised in this, this atmosphere of war- when there was never a war, not truly. Not yet. At the age of two, Ramaskith released his armies into the already high tension between the alphas, the fighters raging out in a fight to the death- as it always has been. Blood was shed from all sides, though the well groomed, well trained fighters shed the least. Sona loved the feel of splitting flesh, the death of others beneath her- oftentimes older than her, and much stronger. A year into this non-ending war- Sona was then three- Sonalane had found herself climbing the ladder in ranks of the war. By the time winter rolled around, she found herself very near the top of this strange ladder of fighting- and thus, much closer to and much more often near Ramaskith. Now, in the wintertime, there seemed to be nearly no fighting- it was silent, still, save for the few skirmishes that broke out. Winter was always a time a peace... So Ramaskith called together his top ranks, one by one, to help to create war strategy- it was then that she discovered herself to be in heat, though she new very little of what it meant, what she was doing as she absentmindedly began to swish her tail in the midst of their conference. Her body released her scent with the movement of her tail, unknowingly to her drawing Ramaskith closer and closer. He began to touch her, then, nuzzle and murmur and talk to her- and hurt her, but not much, just enough. Just enough to keep her sensitized... And then he asked her something, request to do something. Knowing that Rama was her superior ((Though she most definitely hated that she had superiors)) she responded with a yes, and was soon bred. The year passed, where she was soon upgraded to Ramaskith's mate, therefore second-in-command ((Strangely, very few mares had made it into the upper ranks.)), and was kept out of most fighting for fear of harming the baby. Sona didn't want a baby- and expressed this several times to Rama, who then insisted she must have one anyways. She must carry on his line. Sona merely snorted in annoyance at this, but listened to him anyways. By the next winter, Sona had a baby foal trotting behind her. Eager to fight, Sona barely payed attention to the foal- it got more attention from Rama than her, which is saying something. The foal was left to fend for itself quite often, and was soon killed in a "play fight" with the other foals. Rama agreed that it was not a loss- what point was a foal that wasn't strong enough to fight? However, this seemed to happen with both of the foals they had- and so Sona refused to have another foal, only letting Rama pleasure himself when she was not in heat, or near being in heat. Soon enough the war ended, and the lands were scarce and thin, hardly a herd or a pair of horses existing anymore. It was nighttime when Sona left, not saying a word of goodbye to Rama. Thus she roamed the lands, torturing and killing without restraint- just as she had learned from Rama to do, from her herd to do. She never spoke another word to him, not until now...
Loves;;
The thrill of war, of killing.
Ramaskith
Hates;;
Being lead. Her independent nature refuses this very, very strongly. The only leadership she ever accept is from Ramaskith, and even then not always.
Absolute trust and peace. Her bloodlust and distrust of others makes her loathe this- and her loathing has proved helpful in many a situation.
Alliance;;
Ramaskith
Other;;
Store Items
None currently.
Ranking
Sonalane is the lead mare of the herd lead by Alpha Stag Ramaskith.
