Post by tulip on May 16, 2012 14:04:28 GMT -5
Name: Adelaide.
Age: Five.
Gender: Mare.
Breed: Undeterminable. Likely mix of American Quarter Horse, Spanish-descended Mustang, and other native breeds.
Height: 15.1 hh
Coat Color: Sorrel
Mane/tail Color: Sorrel
Eye Color: Dark brown, save when the light finds just the right angle, revealing glints of soft amber.
Markings: Bold stripe beginning between the eyes and ending in a wide snip.
Alignment: Neutral.
Personality:
.Introduction -- Wary
.OverTime -- Friendly, fiercely loyal, protective, kind-hearted
.Beware -- Fire-like temper may be displayed unpredictably
.TakeComfort -- Strong mothering instincts
History:
.Birth -- First-born in a small band. One stallion, her father, two mares, her mother and mother's sister.
.YearOne -- Another foal born to the band, from mother's sister. A colt, Cavelli. Instantaneously kindred spirits. Two newer, younger mares added to the band. Dislike and irritation directed toward the newcomers.
.YearTwo -- Both newcomers foal. One filly, one colt. Both as self-important as their dams. Disgusting. No matter. Play and growth with Cavelli. Father challenged by young rogue for the herd. Father wins, but shifts living grounds several miles north-west. Air is dryer, grass is less abundant, but there is still enough.
.YearThree -- Self-righteous colt begins "playfully" challenging Cavelli. Cavelli ignores and keeps to self. Colt continues to grow stronger and bolder. Irritation grows... Ignore, ignore, ignore. Keep company with Cavelli, mother, and mother's sister.
.YearFour -- Old enough to begin own family, opt to stay with Father, Mother, Mother's sister, and Cavelli. And the others. Still dislike. Ignoring no longer an option. Self-righteous colt challenges Father. Father is older now, less strength. He does not prevail. Colt removes Cavelli, driving him away. Lividity. Mother and Mother's sister too meek to stay. Search for Cavelli... Never to find him.
.YearFive -- A quarter year spent wandering. Anger, sadness, loneliness growing inside. To survive alone for so long seems impossible. Emaciated and exhausted. The scent of others catches on the wind. Not Cavelli -- no hope remains. But others. Like me.
.Present.
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