Post by lady shady on Jul 28, 2011 4:30:35 GMT -5
Ava
Name;;
Ava
AKA;;
n/a
Age;;
Year One: eight summers
Year Two: nine summers
Gender;;
mare
Breed;;
Paint x Arabian
Height;;
15hh
Coat Colour;;
tricolor paint
(bay, black, cream)
Eye Colour;;
brown
Markings;;
large brown patches on a cream-colored body; four white stockings; small star on forehead
Personality;;
This mare’s personality is rather unique because of her past and certain events that impacted her at a very young age. To most strangers, she is sweet and docile. She is not easily pushed around and has grown independent, but does enjoy the company of others when she can get it. However, her behavior grows unpredictable at the sight or sound of some things. Around stags, she is can be highly flirtatious or closed off due to her first experience with stags when she was still quite young. She doesn’t know how to act around them, so her behavior is very inconsistent. She can become attached quickly, but in the next minute desire nothing more than to get away from the stag pursuing her. She sends out mixed signals that prove unnerving for quite a few stags. In addition, Ava becomes angry when she hears talk about the war. In her grief over her son, she cannot stand to hear war stories, as they only cause her to relive the moment that she found her son’s broken body. Finally, Ava struggles with emotion when she sees mares with foals at foot. They remind her too much of Rhyn. Overall though, Ava leads a relatively normal life, as she rarely encounters any other equine.
History;;
Ava was born before the whispers of the war even began. Because she grew up in peacetime, she had a relatively normal youth and left the herd at two years old when she was claimed by an older stallion looking to increase his harem. Though she was still very young, she was bred and carried a foal to term. Not being very close to the stag that had sired her colt, she poured all of her affection into her young offspring. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, with his pink-tinged nose and fluffy feather of a tail. On the night he was born, she locked her deep brown eyes with his light blue ones and knew that she had never felt a love that strong. She decided to call him Rhyn. From the first moment that he suckled to the day he left to join the war, she adored him only the way that a mother could. The fighting changed it all though. He had been so young when the war started; he didn’t know what he was fighting for. He only wanted to be a young hero, and she did her best to talk him out of it. But he went all the same, in a bittersweet moment when she realized that her son was a young stag. His first battle began the evening of the day that he had joined the Alpha’s forces. The fighting raged all night under a starry sky. By the time that the sun rose the next morning, the survivors were gone. It was a bloody dawn, and Ava frantically searched the battlefield, hoping not to recognize any of the dying and wounded. She wandered though the field all day, relief coursing through her veins at each unfamiliar face. As evening fell, she finally made her way into the woods, seeking the shade and a drink of water. It was there, at the edge of the woods, that she found Rhyn. The stars still sparkled above them, but the sparkle was gone from his lifeless eyes. It was a silent night, and as she stood over him, her silver tears mixed with the blood flowing from the gash on his head. It was the longest night she had ever known. She stayed with him till the morning. When she finally left his body, another sunrise was seeping over the horizon. Her herd had scattered, and the ones who had stayed together had moved on. Ava has since roamed the lands alone, not knowing what she is looking for. She remains sweet with a touch of sadness, interacting easily with most strangers that she comes across. However, her behavior is unpredictable with stags because of her lack of a relationship with her former mate. She can be highly flirtatious or closed off during an encounter with a stag and falls in and out of ‘love’ very quickly. The only ones she has ever truly loved are her dam and Rhyn.
Loves;;
the breeze
hearing crickets at night
Hates;;
talk about the war
absolute silence, it reminds her of the night she found her slain son in the woods
Allegiance;;
none. she hates any and all forms of war ever since Rhyn was killed.
Other;;
n/a
Store Items
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Ranking
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