Maràe

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Name: Maràe
Age: 6
Gender: mare
Breed: mangalarga marchador x spanish jennet x quarter horse
Height: 15 hands
Coat Color: silver blue roan overo
Mane/tail Color: cream-white
Eye Color: blue
Markings: stockings, irregular blaze
Alignment: neutral
Personality:

on the outside Mae appears to be a very bright social mare. She has a 'warmth' about her that seems to draw attention to her and despite her lack of a strong voice she has a way with soothing sadness and nightmares. On the outside she would seem like a loving, open mare willing to take in anyone and everyone that needs it. Mae comes off as difficult to offend and hard to piss off. She's a good listener though awful at giving advice and while she'll stand by you at night while you sleep to keep the boogey monsters away she has only one priority in her life and she won't let anyone else or their troubles prevent her from completing her duties to her sister and her long dead mother.

deep within she's terrified. Mae is deathly terrified of being found by her 'prince' of nightmares. She doesn't want to go back to Shimshuhor and is sickened by the thought of the stallion coming close to her or her sister. Because of this, deep down inside, she's very suspicious of everyone she meets and refuses to let others know about her, her sister, or where they came from. To strangers she's a perfect, amnesiac, older sister raising an orphaned sibling. Whatever would have caused their problems people tend to ignore and simply assist them however they can.

Mae has trust issues. She doesn't let others in, she refuses to let herself be tricked into accepting anyone and she tends to get very quiet when asked about her past. She lets others build their rumors, because rumors are less painful than the truth, an goes on about her business as though nothing could stand in her way. At night she stays awake over her sister, dozing for minutes at a time during the day only while Creete is watching over her. She's an insomniac, terrified of being caught off her gaurd and hunted down. She knows her 'prince' didn't die that night in the nursery simple fled the six-legged beast.

Secretly Mae seeks to find the beast that saved their lives and thank him; which is why she continues to travel when her sister begs her to stop and let them find a permanent home among the many harems that have begun to sprout up. Mae rests only when her sister asks her to. The nights are long and exhausting the days are longer and more exhausting. Constant travel has made her hard around the edges, making it hard for her to present strangers with the soothing, warm face that she is slowly becoming known for.

History:

before her memories || Majorisca was promised by her sire to another harem in an alliance treaty. Tossed away like so many of her sisters before her, unwanted, unloved. A used towel hung out to dry. The young mare was the middle child, if you will. She had two older sisters, an older brother, various half-siblings and three younger siblings with a fourth unborn colt on the way. When she was sent to the new harem, her eldest half brothers serving as her escort, she found herself resenting her parents. She hated her father because it was his idea to send her away and she hated her mother for not saving her. But thus was the way of their harems in her corner of the world. Majorisca plotted her escape every night and day of travel, despising the results that would come upon her meeting with the prince of Shimshuhor. Her travel had been carefully planned by her sire to line up with her susceptibility to conception.

Upon arrival at Shimshuhor Majorisca forgot all of her carefully devised plans of escape. The harem was in what, to her, appeared to be disarray. Every one mingled together, foals rough housed with mothers only lazily watching over them over their grazing. Bored yearlings and youth too young to be adults but too old to be foals, meandered lazily around the fringes, occasionally squealing with outrage and biting, nipping, and kicking each other. There appeared to be no hierarchy in this harem, no stress of being respectful to a 'superior beast' no fear of trampling toes. Even the lead himself was wrestling with a youth that looked nothing like him. Alas the lead and his eldest son - her proposed mate to be - noticed the escort and mare and made their way over - lacking in such haste that her father would have been offended.

The stallions surrounding her backed a few yards and bowed deeply. A low, harmonious chuckle shocked her in the silence that had sunk in. "There is no need for that, my friends. We are all equal here." the lead stallion nickered soothingly to the uncertain warriors. They slowly rose, staring amongst themselves in silence. While he spoke this his own son stood petrified, staring at Majorisca for what seemed like an agonizing ages. She feared he would not like her and send her back - oh the trouble she would face once turned away! After a long pause the stallion dipped his head only slightly and turned, nickering a warm greeting to her, indicating that he join her. "Forgive my son, you see he cannot speak." the lead spoke softly. "It was imperative that I find for him a mate that would bond with him and not take over his world. You do understand don't you? That you are to be his equal?" elation flooded Majorisca. She had come to heaven. That was all she could describe it as!

her conception || It was not long before Majorisca learned to understand her new mate. Getting to know him, his harem, his family. She fell, and fell hard, for them all. Her love grew slowly, spilling out of her heart before she could stop it. Things were absolutely wonderful. He waited years before even hinting at wanting a foal of their own - which was fine with Majorisca because she felt she was still too young to be a mother. The night she was meant to meet with her proposed mate things went terrible. Her mates older brother, a fierce, violent stallion who had long since been banished from the harem, came back to the lands with an army. He rooted out and slaughtered many of the mares and foals as punishment for his banishment. He was the 'rightful' inheritor of Shimshuhor. He slaughtered his father an took to him the mate promised to his brother. Things were not going well at all.

Cornelie, the brutal and viscious stallion he was, chose to keep his twin brother, and Majorisca's mate, as part of the harem. Demanding the stallion watch over the years as Majorisca raised his foals. The only problem was that Corsciko had already sired his first, and to be only, daughter. Just before Cornelie had returned and slaughtered their father Corsciko and Majorisca had bred. This knowledge was to be kept a secret all their lives, not that Corsciko could speak it. He watched in his constant silence as Majorisca bowed down to yet another tyrant again in her life.

her birth || The birth of Mae was altogether uneventful. For a first time mother Majora had absolutely no troubles and it took less than two hours for the filly to surface. Of course standing and proving her worth was another matter entirely. Her 'father' had refused to let Majora give birth in the nursery so many miles away - for fear she'd run away though he refused to admit this - and watched in silent rage as the filly was born. She shared her sires roaning, her mothers silver hair, and her Cornelie's sires black base. He stared, ready to slaughter the filly for not being his. His foal would have been a colt. His foal would have been a majestic solid black with the mothers silver hairs. His foal would not have been born with Corsciko's facial markings and gentle, knowing eyes.

Cornelie turned on his brother, who watched from a safe distance. Brutally attacking the mute stallion to within an inch of his life. That was the only acknowledgement ever passed that Mar was, indeed, Corsciko's daughter and not Cornelies. Majora watched in horror as her true love and mate struggled for his life against the brutal onslaught of his older, stronger and healthier twin. Twice now important moments in little Makeena's life had been ruined by the violence of Cornelie.

years 1-3 || Mae grew up heavily gaurded by her 'father'. Cornelie was determined to prove to the herd that she was his daughter and quell the whispered rumors that she was his twin brothers daughter, thus his niece. The older she grew, however, the more obvious it became that she was not the heavy-set stallions daughter but in fact his niece. Little by little the harem leader grew more and more resentful of the stallion who sired her. He watched in silence as Corsciko stood idly by, as though gaurding his daughter. Mae grew up almost as voiceless as her true father was. Her vocal chords were poorly developed, the cause was unknown, but the result was a soft-spoken little filly incapable of yelling or even singing loudly. Her neighs, nickers, and whinnies were always very soft and of an alto pitch instead of her mothers gorgeous soprano. Gangly legged and unbalanced it took a long time for Mae to grow into herself.

As she grew older Cornelie's mind grew colder, dark, more twisted and much more sinister. He plotted to claim little Mae as his mate and queen - because by the time she was a year old it was far beyond obvious that she was not his daughter. She was gentle and loving by nature, struggling to absorb the lessons her 'father' drove into her day in and day out while holding true to the promises she made to her mother at night while the mare gently sang her to sleep. At two years old Mae was blessed with two little sisters. Twins Maroevia and Makree bounced energetically about her and her mother. The twins birth was the reprieve she had so long dreamed of. Her 'father' - who had been calling himself her prince whilst raising her - had left her alone to assist her tired and weakened mother with raising the over-enthusiastic twin girls. Their solid black pelts and coon-tails were the cutest things - when they were asleep that is.

The following year, as Maroevia and Makree grew older and were handed off to nurse-mares to raise and teach the ways of their fathers herd, Mae returned to her cold lessons with her 'prince'. Growing more and more disgusted with the stallion and his ways day in and day out. Eventually he became ingrossed in training his twin daughters on top of lecturing Mae and she had three hours out of the day to escape and spend as she pleased. Those three hours she spent in the presence of her mother, her sire, or a shy silver and gold splashed colt who had joined them as a suckling on a cream and white mare's side. A successful steal from a nearby harem. The colt had little to say but when he spoke it was always of philosophical nature and it always engrossed young Mae.

She took to enjoying her time spent with the colt and soon stopped visiting her heavily pregnant mother and her true father in those hours. This was a mistake. It came to Cornelie's attention that she was being courted, though neither youngster realized that's what was going on, by the young appaloosa stallion. Cornelie, in one of his many bouts of rage, attacked the colt, breaking a leg, ripping off an ear and blinding the colt. "There!" he snarled at the filly. "Is he still pretty enough for you!?" he snorted hard and stomped away, soaked in the young stallions blood. Mae watched as the colt struggled to heal, to survive. He ended up dieing months later, his broken leg healing wrong and making it impossible for him to protect himself against a pack of hungry wolves.

adulthood || Mae defied Cornelie a little bit more each year. Growing to truly resent the stallion as he drove away all of her friends and family. She would get only six months of freedom from him each year and those six months were always spent raising her half siblings. Resentment filled her as she watched him brainwash her siblings, watched him use and toss aside her mother and many other herd mares. She grew angrier and angrier until the day her mother whispered to her in the shadows of the night, after the last suckling foal had fallen asleep in their personal clump of oaks in the center of the harem. "Mae my dearest, I won't live much longer. This next foal is threatening to take me life. I can feel it, deep inside me, I know I won't survive this foal." the mare shushed her daughter as she spoke, hurrying as Cornelie made his rounds and slowly moved in their direction. He would stand over his prized flock all night as he did every night. They hadn't much time left. "When the foal his born, in the chaos promise me that you will flee. There is no hope left for your sisters and your brothers will be too far gone by then. Flee and when you may come back for my baby, I don't want them suffering as you and I have." In silence Mae lay, staring at her mother. The soft prayer and sweet goodnight that Majora switched to as Cornelie came within ear shot were a distant buzz. Gently she touched her mothers cheek in both promise and good night.

the tragedy || Mae was a clean six years old when her mother gave birth to her third and final daughter. Her withered body too weak to survive it she lived long enough to feed the newborn filly before collapsing to the ground in her exhaustion, hemorrhaging from the birthing. Outraged Cornelie took it upon himself to turn on a nearby nurse mare, lashing out in the violent rage he was so readily capable of. Mae took her chance, goaded the filly to her feet while he was distracted and fled, herding the foal in silence.

When the time came that their presence, or lack there of, was noted her father leapt into the path of his unstable twin brother, thrusting his head high into the air in defiance. Mae glanced back once to watch her brave father rear up in combat with his twin, giving her and her littlest sibling the chance they needed to flee. The more they ran the stronger the foals legs became and the farther they were able to flee before Cornelie was able to take flight after them.

She knew her silent sire would be dead from the battle, Cornelie would not let that challenge slide and Corsciko would not back down so long as the girls needed time to flee. They made it to a collection of waterfalls. Resting only when they had passed beneath a thin veil of a particularly small waterfall and into a small, tightly boxed cave with it's edible mosses and milk-grass. The fight outside was muffled in the rolling of the water. A stranger, spotting the fleeing sisters had watched from the shadows and - sure enough, Cornelie was not far behind them. Whoever the beast was Mae never found out. He battled for them, driving Cornelie away severely wounded and bleeding before vanishing himself his 'good deed' of the day complete.

[kairi♥]