Post by Abba on Jun 4, 2011 20:03:16 GMT -5
Resounding Memories
Name;;
Resounding Memories
AKA;;
Rasta
Age;;
Four summers
Gender;;
Mare
Breed;;
Arabian
Height;;
14.2hh
Coat Colour;;
Light palomino with silvery mane/tail
Eye Colour;;
Creamed over blue
Markings;;
A snip, and a white stocking on her left front
Personality;;
It has been told that a blind mare roams the lands alone, quietly, and cautiously. She is a strange one, as few dare to come close to her even though her size is not at all of a danger. Her golden coat shines in the sun's rays as she would push herself through brush, her horn almost like a weapon, if she ever felt the need to use it. After all, it was in a razor-sharp condition. But, her mind had never pushed her to fight. Her instinct was usually that of flight or freezing. Yes, that is strange. But, after all, her kind was supposed to be nothing more than a mere peace-keeper. Her dainty hooves rarely touch the ground as she gracefully moves throughout the lands, her presence almost that of an after-thought to most that can feel her. She isn't a warning, but more of a sign of calm and kindness. She cares for others more than herself, and if she realizes that her creamy eyes which can't even take in the colour of another animals pelt scare them, she pulls back. It was a weird thing, to care for others more than herself. If she had to, she would barge into a pack of woods to insure that another equine, one she might not have even met, wouldn't get killed. Something ran in her blood that made her act like that. Though, on the flip side, if she knew you well enough, and you aggravate her, she has a spunky side. One that is willing to rip at you through words. She wouldn't dare throw a kick or snap at you, but she would let you see her aggravation through a bit of humiliation. Peace-keeper, yes. The horse that stands in the corner, keeping out of everyone's way, most of the time. An equine who doesn't have a mind of her own and wish to fall silent at other's will, she is not. She can take direction, though this mainly spirited mare, prefers to trust her own instincts above those that she has not met own intuitions.
History;;
Her past was an interesting one. One that she holds guarded beyond belief. But, I know it, and I wish to tell it. When she was born, her father was the leader of a herd, a herd which he was killed trying to protect. An evil one took over the herd, abusing all of the young foals and managing to claim most as his own. He tried to claim this young Fae right before she turned three. It was her mother who held off this stag for the few days it took for her foal to hurry into the woods in hiding. Since she was a few days from hitting three, and being able to go off on her own her mother had saved her life, kept her only daughter from being abused the rest of her time. A week later, as this young Fae went to the river to grasp some water and quench her thirst she came across the body of her mother. Her pelt, completely soaked in blood and her chest still, not rising in the least. Gently, she nudged this mare. "Mother?" she whispered, nudging at her chest, causing her muzzle to also get covered in sticky liquid which was required to live. No response, no breathing, and no pulse from what she could tell. Her mother was dead. It was that day that she felt something welling inside of her. Some think that in the future, if fate ever grants it, this Fae will have the power of healing. But, it was strange that she had found her mother. This Fae has a better sense of the vibrations around her. Just enough that she can see an image her surroundings. Everything creates vibrations, and vibrations bounce off of objects such as the trees, or the plants and rocks. Some say that fate made her blind, to hide the horrors of the world from her view. The horrors of the blood, which filled most of the fights now, and the horror of losing those close to her right in front of her eyes. At least now, she could only feel them pass, not see the panicked look in their eyes as they fought for their last breath. That, yes that, was something that has kept this foal from breaking down and holing into herself, not moving and allowing herself to die. Not being able to see everything vividly has also allowed her to focus on the one thing that truly does matter, one's character.
Loves;;
.peace
.companionship
.places where she can hide
.warmth
Hates;;
.thunderstorms
.raging rivers
.fighting -whether she is in it or not
Sides;;
Oser
Other;;
She is blind, though most would never guess if you couldn't see her eyes.
Store Items
.Aeterno Invincibility Elixir
.Patronus (next level up is Daemon) - Red Tailed Hawk
Ranking
.Alpha of the (North) Lands
