Post by mandi on Jun 25, 2011 13:41:54 GMT -5
Name: Kyrios
Age: three
Gender: femme fatale
Breed: mustang X rocky mountain
Height: 16 hands
Coat Color: chocolate palomino
Mane/tail Color: flaxen
Eye Color: ebony
Markings: small stripe on face
Alignment: neutral
Personality:
~kind
~compassionate
~firm when needed
~often detached, as if daydreaming/lost in thoughts
~loves kids
~respectful towards authority
~will fight for her life and the life of her friends
~protective of young children/her friends
History:
{Before the Outside} Kyrios was born in a land barren of life, a homeland that had little grass and clean water to support the herds living inside it. Her sire was a stallion that watched over his family and loved them, but was firm with his children. Among the batch of foals was Kyrios, the small chocolate palomino, her older half-brother Sola, the palomino as bright as the sun, and her other half-brother Excalibur, the blood bay who was born blind in one eye. These three would play all the time, mindful of their sire’s eye, and kept within the herd. They grew to be exceptional young adults, parting ways when their sire kicked the brothers out when they were of age. Kyrios was given the option to stay, to take her mother’s place since she had died the year before, but Kyri took the road to freedom, to a place where food was abundant and crystal water shone in the sunlight.
{Inside} Several moons it took for the young silver dapple to travel to this new land, but travel she did, and when she crossed the rise, it was not a sight she wanted to see. Fire had burned the land, reducing it into a landscape of grey and black and red, the fires of the land throwing into sharp relief the dark shadows of a homeland burned and left to die. Tears burned her dark eyes as she moved after moments of watching in agony, ebony legs moving against the silhouette of flames to find others like her, others without a home. She caught the tail-end scent of fleeing horses and followed them, running against the wind and rain to catch the top of a rise. A crest against a rising sunrise and she looked down into the new land, the land of her freedom.
{Outside} TBD.
Age: three
Gender: femme fatale
Breed: mustang X rocky mountain
Height: 16 hands
Coat Color: chocolate palomino
Mane/tail Color: flaxen
Eye Color: ebony
Markings: small stripe on face
Alignment: neutral
Personality:
~kind
~compassionate
~firm when needed
~often detached, as if daydreaming/lost in thoughts
~loves kids
~respectful towards authority
~will fight for her life and the life of her friends
~protective of young children/her friends
History:
{Before the Outside} Kyrios was born in a land barren of life, a homeland that had little grass and clean water to support the herds living inside it. Her sire was a stallion that watched over his family and loved them, but was firm with his children. Among the batch of foals was Kyrios, the small chocolate palomino, her older half-brother Sola, the palomino as bright as the sun, and her other half-brother Excalibur, the blood bay who was born blind in one eye. These three would play all the time, mindful of their sire’s eye, and kept within the herd. They grew to be exceptional young adults, parting ways when their sire kicked the brothers out when they were of age. Kyrios was given the option to stay, to take her mother’s place since she had died the year before, but Kyri took the road to freedom, to a place where food was abundant and crystal water shone in the sunlight.
{Inside} Several moons it took for the young silver dapple to travel to this new land, but travel she did, and when she crossed the rise, it was not a sight she wanted to see. Fire had burned the land, reducing it into a landscape of grey and black and red, the fires of the land throwing into sharp relief the dark shadows of a homeland burned and left to die. Tears burned her dark eyes as she moved after moments of watching in agony, ebony legs moving against the silhouette of flames to find others like her, others without a home. She caught the tail-end scent of fleeing horses and followed them, running against the wind and rain to catch the top of a rise. A crest against a rising sunrise and she looked down into the new land, the land of her freedom.
{Outside} TBD.
