Abba's Kiddies

[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=black] Яasta You better believe it's true... ▀Remember Every Detail▄ Introductions please, meet Resounding Memories. But for simplicity's sake, she'd much rather be called Rasta Together Everyone! RAH-sta And since you all need a mental picture, picture this: a little Arab mare Small, of course a slight 14.2 And young too, only four summers old. But not to say she's not talented. And pretty too! with a pale coat that glimmers like white gold in the sun. And her hair! some strange hybrid of platinum and silver never seen before. Characterized by gentle spots of white a triangle off her nose, and her left fore dipped in it. Her eyes will snag you too if you're not careful. They're glazed blue, just to be sure. But don't get to assured kiddles, she's blind, but without her eyes you'd never guess. ☼More more? Right, you want current too☼ Body does clears the doctor's check with an overall offffff 99/100. After having her spinal break and wounds from the recent wolf attack by Taj she looks completely new and feels it also. And of course, points must be nixed for her being blind, but mostly added back for having adapted to life without sight. The mind was inspected too, though under less controlled probing it bit back, and earned an 85, because no one's perfect, and even she has flaws. But, currently her mind is swarming with the threat of losing her lands to Rama and the fact that the one she had once loved has turned completely against her. ◄Stalk On► She resides to the north, among the water and the silence. She also has the claim of ruling it, though perhaps without an iron fist. ○Family is A Sensitive Subject● My mother was just lovely, and gave her life to save me. My father was the lead, and died protecting all of us. My brothers and sisters were lost to the evil of the stag that stole the herd. Of children, I have none. Making grandchildren clearly impossible. ♪ Current Relations ♫ I have become acquainted with Rhise, Repla, Raine, Rae, and Keanu My dearest friends are comprised of Bon, Adalie, Apodis, Karuk, and Shika. And the enemies that shall feel my vengeance are unquestionably Rama and Scathashoun. My dearest lover is becoming that of a painted andalusion under the name of Taj. She has Joys ◦ Peace ◦ Companionship ◦ hiding places ◦ warmth And she has Sorrows ▪ thunderstorms ▪ violent rivers ▪ fighting-she need not be involved ▪ losing someone that she was very close to ╬JustMe╬ 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. 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. ◊ You Know How Time Flies ◊ 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. She has had yet another miscarriage under the stress of a back injury while traveling with Scathashoun. They broke apart though as soon as she had basically healed causing her to meet up with a lot of other equines - no longer under his controlling thumb. Her heart was broken but it was not that long before she found a hidden part of her soul - her hawk patronus. It gifted her with sight, though she rarely ever used it. She met a protector and has gained the loyalty of most all she has stumbled upon. Word of the war returning has graced her ears and caused her to tense up - more liable to snap than ever. But she is still who she is and no one can change that... This log was made by and credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=black] Rєрlа I'd like to believe... ╔In the Flesh╝ Ohh! Introductions! I'm Rapturing Voices. It's such a mouthful I know! Just call me Repla. Here- I'll coach you! REH-plah I look rather generic, but only because of my blood.I'm a Quarter Horse, like so many others. Not tall either, drat it. Only 14.3 Strike out again on experience. I think I'm five? You'll notice me though! You see, I've got this pretty strawberry coat, even if it is getting some white in it. My mane and tail fit the setup. They're just a hair darker than my coat. That's about it. I don't have any white on me. Like I said, I'll capture your gaze. My own is sort of green. It's sort of grey too, but I don't have a name for the color over all. You should know I have company. I've always got my ghostly little rabbit. Of other material and spiritual goods though I've got none. ⌂ Just No Shots! ⌂ The doctor says my body is _______. He wanted me to note that ________. I'm not as fond of the duck. He's such a quack. He says my brain is _________. ▌Home Sweet Home▐ Where do I live! Oh, I live right up the lane. Not really. I live in the _______. As for being part of a herd though... I (don't have one. / Well, I'm a part of ______'s. ) ■Someone to Take Care of!■ Mother I don't remember Father I can't recall either. Siblings No again Kids I'm sort of fond of being everyone's mom. But seriously There's no direct relations yet. ♪Classes on Communication♪ I sort of know _________. And I know everything about ________. I can't exactly say I'm fond of _______. And I love beyond belief _________. ♥Something Happy♥ ☺ Animals ☺ Flowers ☺Nature ☺ Life ░Something Sad░ ☻ Sadistic Creatures ☻ Pain ☻ Evil ╓╖Who I am ╙╜ The motherly type. She has always cared for others more than she has dared to care for herself. She was strange that way. And, of course, she has put herself in harms way for way too many horses she barely even knew because she couldn't dare to keep them that way. ╞╡It's Almost Tangible ╞╡ She currently suffers from a horrible case of amnesia. In the process of saving a foal from a murderous stag she got knocked in the head. Now, she remembers nothing from that attack back. Though, it has been a year or so and she can at least remember the few things that have happened then. Such as roaming alone, with no contact with living animals to bide her time. This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=F8F8FF] Rª¡ne You better not feel pity... ±Picture Perfect± If I feel fancy, I'm Raine of Power. If I feel frumpy, it's just Raine. If you bother, pronounce it right Reign Respect royal blood, cause it's refined. I'm an Arabian princess. Tall for my type, what with 15.2 and all. I've been around the block, what six times now? And I blend in with the night. I'm rather fond of my black coat. Minus the hair It's getting grey streaks. Who told it it could get grey streaks? The eyes got the memo. They're practically navy. And you really shouldn't sneak up on me. He may be ghostly, but he's still got the capability to maul you. My beautiful manned wolf. As for the rest of your celestial playthings I don't even bother. º Burning Up Tonight ° The 'physician' says _____. But I'm not really going to listen to him. I didn't give this guy permission. So he better be paying me to say _________. {¦ Sleepin' On Couches ¦} I'll be around (up/down/to the) ________. Someone's got to own the bed I'm stealing. I think it's ___________. Åbandoning the Pasŧ Mother is dead. Father is dead. Siblings haven't shown up. Kids You're joking right? Family is nothing. Šocial Ĩnteraction Frankly, I've met _________. But the only one I ended up close to was ________. If we had gang wars, I'd be after _______. As for boy toys darlin' I'm a little busy for that. Currently, unfortunately, I'm hanging around with (THREAD NAME) (THREAD LINK) (THREAD PLACE) ۩I'm fond of ۩ ● Freedom ● Darkness I'll Trash The Name Of ● Control Freaks ● The Infirm and Sightless ● Blood ↔Call me Mad↔ Cunning, decietful. She enjoys a good game and quite likes to mess around with everyone's emotions. Though, she hates it when people give disabled/blind horses sympathy and pity. Then, should a stag with multpile battle scars be given the same sympathy. Apparently not. It just means that he went through hard times. Well, couldn't it simply mean the same thing for those that are disabled. You'll find that she snaps easily, yet is torn when called a killer or anything along those lines and it can be easily decoded through the way her eyes look into yours. ↕Who am I to say Otherwise?↕ Left at birth, she wandered out and was taken in by a pack of wolves who raised her most of her way through life. Yes, it was strange, anyone will admit. But, that is what she claims her history was, and that is the story she still sticks with. She says nothing of her dam, and her sire, though she thinks about them constantly. She is the only one that knows she lived a good life until her sire got killed in a fight over the herd, and her mother died of old age. It was then that she left the herd and tried to find her own way into the world. This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=black] Rae£ene Pamper me, please... »Cordially, I'm thrilled« Charmed. You may address me as Raelene. To those who are precious, it's the first three letters. Princess name, isn't it? RAYH-lean Respectable blood of course. Not everyone comes by the luck of being Saddlebred. I adore the phrase petite. It applies too. 14.3. Heavens. Since you people judge on winters, which FYI is a ridiculous system, I've been around for five of them. While it's not minx, I've got a coat of black fur. And my hair absolutely beats out Rapunzel. Long, black, and luscious. Take a photo paparazzi.It'll last longer Eye catcher babe. It just depends on how I'm feeling. The paparazzi have all left the building.No silvery stalker for me. Do I like to shop? Honey, do these eyes look normal to you? Jadite Eye Elixir --------Green - Jealous, envy Purple - happy Maroon - normal mood Yellow-cat-like-colour - sad, confused ×I don't need you× Who authorized the physical? It says I'm perfect right? ________ Do not analyze my shopping habits. They're perfectly normal. _______ ┌┘Canopy bed you say? ┌┘ Ah well, it's somewhere to sleep. Not that I linger anywhere for long. Nobody owns a princess. A princess owns you. All of you. └╫┘The Noble Blood└╫┘ The Queen gave me everything I wanted. Her King cheated on her. Princelings are probably bastards anyway. Cheating scum. Dukes aren't applicable. I'm not ruining this body. Blue Blood. It'll get passed on someday № ⅞ Audiences They've been in my presence. _________. I am willing to talk to. ________. Off with their heads _______. He pampers me. Finally. _________. I'm currently hampered by the presence of (THREADS HERE) ♪Smile♫♫ ◊ Being treated properly. As royalty. ◊ Being fawned over ◊ Getting gifts ♫Frowns are Ugly!♪♪ ◊ Cheating ◊ Liars ◊ Illegal Scandalous Activity ◊ Dirt ∆Princess Rae∆ A prissy little mare who has absolutely no loyalties. She absolutely despises most around her if she is not treated like royalty and has a mean streak which no one would like to mess with. She can continually get into cat-fights and get out without much of a scratch. ‹›‹ Has a dirty dirty past ›‹› Always pampered by her parents, given everything she has asked for. Never told no and always being able to get what she desired she has continued that attitude out into the real world. Of course, she has been cheated on but a few times by her ex's and her father cheated on her mother numerous times before they divorced, sending her into a downward spiral which has given her her mean-streak. This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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[Snowflake Smoky]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=black] Rhis↑dian Left for dead, dead to the world... …Meet the Boy… The zombie has a name. It's Rhisidian. And if he speaks, it's just Rhise. Like the candy Reese-id-ian Like a spotted ghost, the proper term being appaloosa. The largest of the clana formidable 16.3. Aged, if not wise. Seven is no sage. Like an old movie spots of black and white. Like the boy I am, the hair is scruffy and not extremely notable. Someone needs to stop splatter painting if it turns out like this every time. Plain plain plain, plain Jane brown eyes. As for accessories, all I need is my legend. ∏ The Body Is A TEMPLE ∏ I'll fight, even if I'm not perfectly healthy. _______. Mental conditions don't exist. _____________. ♂Home Sweet Home♂ Territorially, I live ______________. Herd wise, I'm what you'd call the boss. ▬▬▬Loyalites▬▬▬ The boss man was low profile. My in-charge lady went right along with it. Good god, if there's more of me... I have no siblings. I hope. For my own family, my dearest is expecting. For kid's kids If it's a little girl, she's not having any. ⌡At Present⌠ I've been in the company of __________. And some turned out alright. _____________________. I'll crush those jerks. Ramaskith and his despicable army. The Leading lady is______________. We're currently expecting a foal. Detestably busy as I am, (THREADS HERE) ▌▌▌Prides ◦ Being Right ◦ Provoking Arguments Don't Speak of It ▌▌▌ ▪ Ramaskith's Army ▪ Remembering being Left ▪ Being considered weak ◘Who I am. The Manly Version.◘ hise came into the world a quiet, introverted being. However, his time in the war greatly changed him. After being left for dead by Ramaskith’s army, he has become rather distrustful and slightly bitter. This he hides behind a smart-alec mask, picking his battles for the fun of it. He enjoys strategy, and one of his favorite ways to irritate an opponent is not to react to them. Though he can easily get under many equines’ skin, he is not always this way. If treated well, Rhisidian may not be overly friendly, but he can be pleasant. Underneath his initially sharp exterior, Rhisidian is still the lonely stag looking for someone to understand why he is the way he is. ◊ You Know How Time Flies ◊ Rhisidian was born in the southeast region of Forma Silvestris only a few years before the fighting began. He grew up in a relatively large herd, nothing spectacular, nobody special. He was used to keeping a low profile, quiet by nature, and the first few years of his life were spent in this manner. When he turned four, a neighboring herd began to frequent his own herd’s grazing lands. Over the course of the summer, one of the fillies caught his eye, and though he was initially shy, they began to spend more and more time together. The crisp fall days were spent in each other’s company, but with winter came the war. Rhisidian was “recruited” into Ramaskith’s mighty army. Though he had little fighting experience, Ramaskith’s warriors trained him well, and he quickly became brutal on the battlefield. However, his time fighting was short-lived. In a fierce battle in the middle of winter, Rhisidian was struck down and left for dead, even though Ramaskith’s ranks were victorious. He barely managed to survive his wounds, and when the spring came, the war had ended. Presumed dead by his herd, he no longer had a family. Forsaken by the young mare, he no longer had a future. Greatly changed by the war, Rhisidian has since roamed Forma Silvestris alone. He does not seek to form a herd, nor does he seek to be anyone’s savior. He is simply Rhisidian. This log was made by and is credited to Smoky at Forma Silvestris

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