Alchemy

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Name: Alchemy
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Breed: Shire
Height: 18. 2 HH
Coat Color: Black Sabino
Mane/tail Color: Black
Eye Color: Icy Blue
Markings: Scarring all over chest and muzzle. Wide blaze, four long stockings.
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: Alchemy does not speak. She is a mute mare. However this does not stop her from being who she is. Regal and protective. Al has a large heart with a lot of love to give. She never shirks responsibility and enjoys the company of family and children. Great sense of humor but sometimes can be a little stand offish. Always on guard and a bit of a flirt. She is a sweetheart, and very honest. Sometimes too blunt. She is a very collected female. She is able to hold her temper far more than any of her breed should, and is an example of intelligence. Thinking with the brain on her shoulders, she is able to account for much more, making better decisions than most. Though completely capable of murder, torture and all the other lovely things Darks are known for. However, Al prefers to contain such hostilities for those deserving, and is quite merciful. Using her intelligence and then going for the kill with her physical power, she is a combination unlike any other. Though she is patient and admires the strong. With those she is comfortable with she is capable of being quite even tempered and fair, and runs any herd with respect. She enjoys teaching and learning. Having a huge interest in the young.
History: For Alchemy, the past is in the past. She does not let it hunt her and she does not let it mold her into the equine she is today. She does not talk about it. Preferring to listen to others then hear herself say anything. You see, Alchemy was born alone. At least from what she could remember. What she did remember was not something a newborn should be exposed too. It was cold and dark. Echos could be herd but none of their voices pleasant. Cries for help. Screams in pain. All she wanted to remember was the darkness. As she shook in fear and hung for life the cold became too hot. Orange and red the darkness started to light up and she was called to her feet to freedom. At this point an other had taken shape. The only equine she could remember. He eyes glowed just like the fire and out of the blue they ran together and away from the fire. Dogs started to bark and chase them down. There souls met with more equines. They were all feeling the same thing and in the same shape. When they looked at her they looked surprised. No longer a head of the herd, she became under attack. Dogs dragging her down, biting at her neck. She has scars to remind her. How she made it out alive? She did not remember but she knew it had to do with the stallion. Grown up, she fights with these memories. Not wanting to piece them together, just to be grateful and remain alive.

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