Post by x_Vilifier_x on Jul 6, 2007 20:19:07 GMT -5
Name: Falling Feathers
Nickname: Feathers
Age: 5
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 14.2hh
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Main Color: Black
Mane and Tail Color: White
Personality:
She is quick to think of something to say back to a comment made to her. She is fierce but can be friendly in her own sort of rude and cold way to those that she respects and maybe even loves. She is not quick to trust but she is loyal when she does trust you, this makes her a good companion to have. She holds a fury in her heart that no one could ever experience and this makes her quick to be angered. Her mind stays clear when she does get angered, however, so this is not such a good thing for the horse that may have sought to anger her as a way of making it easier for him to confuse her. She is a very intelligent mare but she has some problems that lay too deeply within her soul for anyone to cure.
Example Post:
Falling Feathers
She was changed to be something different once...
~ History:
She was born in a rather large herd. The other young foals always crowded her and wanted to play but she was not one for playing. Her mother didn’t care much about her and sometimes even punished her just because she wanted some milk or company. Her mother never did anything with her and she didn’t like the company of the other foals so she started to go to the lead stallion of the herd. But he would send her away, sometimes with a few teeth marks in her haunches if she was not quick enough. All the mares did the same and she started to wonder why all the horses hate her so much. She soon learned that it was because of her father, it seemed that he was a hated horse. She listened to the muttering of all the mares out of the shadows and learned that he had raped her mother and had then left her to be claimed by another horse. Feathers had learned to stay away from all the horses and she had learned how to get the other foals to leave her alone with bites and by lashing out at them. The foals started to fear her and thought that there was something wrong with her, and maybe there was.
As a yearling her father stole her away from the herd when she was standing on the outskirts of it. She was not exceptionally beautiful at that time so she knew that it was not just a stallion that came to steal her for his herd. She was an ugly mix of dark grey and white and her coat was somewhat longer than it should have been. She still went with a bit of a fight though, until she found out that he was her father. She went willingly then. She didn’t understand why all the horses seemed to hate him for he did nothing to harm her. He seemed to be a good stallion. When they got to his home which was a large clearing with a small pool of water at one side of it he settled down to graze but she was not hungry. She stood and watched him, he was a pure black horse with not a single hair on his body that was another colour. He did not even have any white markings. She wondered whether she would get his colour and lose her own ugly one for the other yearlings had made fun of her and the older mares had taken pity on her, saying what a shame it was she didn’t even have beauty on her side. It seemed that they thought there was something wrong in her mind too.
Maybe it was a good thing that she was here with her father now and not with the herd anymore. She looked around but there were no mares, was her father a loner as she was? She snorted to get his attention, a questioning look on her face. He had a smile on his when he looked up at her, the powerful muscles in his neck standing out as he arched his neck and held his head proudly. Was he proud of her? He went over to her and looked her over. He then gave a snort of satisfaction and started telling her about his history and about all the things that had made him become the horse that he now was. She started understanding why he did what he did and he soon started teaching her the ways of a dark horse. She excelled in all the tests that he put before her, doing even better than he had done when he had been a yearling. She started taking pleasure in causing others pain and discovered that her touch was icy to others and made pain shoot through them.
Her eyes were white, it had led some to believe that she was blind but she wasn’t. She could see better than anyone else but the light of day sometimes got too intense and it started to hurt her eyes. She didn’t care about this though and didn’t stay in the shadows, just for the sake of her eyes, as her father had told her to, she didn’t care. It seemed too that she didn’t care for anyone, except her father. She had formed a strong bond with him over the next two years that she was with him. As a three year old her mother found them and she killed her father. It made Falling Feathers feel such fury as she had never felt before and it made her kill her mother. Afterwards she stood looking over her mother’s lifeless body without even the slightest feelings of guilt.
After that she ran away to live a life of getting close to others and then either killing them or leaving them confused and with a corrupted mind that would make it impossible for them to live a normal life. She is now five years old and she has trouble trusting others as she doesn’t trust them to be strong. She detests those that are weak and this has made her detest foals as well, she could remember how weak she had been too as a foal but she had grown stronger. She had also lost her ugly colouring and had got her father’s black but also a white of her own with a fiery gaze that made shivers run down the spine of others.
~ Picture:
Nickname: Feathers
Age: 5
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 14.2hh
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Main Color: Black
Mane and Tail Color: White
Personality:
She is quick to think of something to say back to a comment made to her. She is fierce but can be friendly in her own sort of rude and cold way to those that she respects and maybe even loves. She is not quick to trust but she is loyal when she does trust you, this makes her a good companion to have. She holds a fury in her heart that no one could ever experience and this makes her quick to be angered. Her mind stays clear when she does get angered, however, so this is not such a good thing for the horse that may have sought to anger her as a way of making it easier for him to confuse her. She is a very intelligent mare but she has some problems that lay too deeply within her soul for anyone to cure.
Example Post:
Falling Feathers
She was changed to be something different once...
Falling Feathers Heard the nicker that her son gave her, just like she had heard the nicker that Guardian had given the new mare. That alone made her already not care about the mare, not something that was so good. It was like no one except her son cared about her anymore. Her eyes were still on the water, watching it and watching the slight mist that rose from it around where she stood with her frontdaggers in the icy liquid. She stepped in a bit deeper, her hinddaggers in the water too now. The water rippled and sent little half waves oging in all directions around her soon to disappear again. Just like she would disappear again some day. For once she looked up at the sky, some clouds were starting to gather, they were stormclouds, not the type to bring a heavy storm but the type to bring sleet rain. Cover was what they should seek now, see, she did have the mind to lead a herd and lead one well but that was not needed, she was not needed. She reared up and neighed, she was a magnificent sight. Sine she was in the shadows the slight light that could get through it and reach her played on the white of her coat, her main and her tail. It made it shine and stand out against the darkness of the water. The light played on the fog around her as well, she truly did look like what she was now, a ghost. It almost looked as if she was created out of the shadows and the mist as she stood there perfectly poised as she reared and stared up at the clouds after her neigh. It seemed an eternity before she came back down, almost in slow motion. So gentle, so elegant. Her movements barely made the water ripple as she came back down and placed her frontdaggers carefully in the icy liquid once more. She lowered her head and backed out of the water slowly, the mist seemed to disappear as she exited the water and she turned around to face the other horses. By this time Feathered Guardian had backed away from her a little, some fear showing on his gentle and concerned face. Falling Feathers' eyes almost glowed white, it was not an intense white and neither was it a soft white, it was just a glowing white that showed no emotion except an icy coldness that creeped over your body and made you shiver as you looked at them. She stared up at the stallion with her cold eyes and just stood there, not even breathing.
But she is her old self once more...
~ History:
She was born in a rather large herd. The other young foals always crowded her and wanted to play but she was not one for playing. Her mother didn’t care much about her and sometimes even punished her just because she wanted some milk or company. Her mother never did anything with her and she didn’t like the company of the other foals so she started to go to the lead stallion of the herd. But he would send her away, sometimes with a few teeth marks in her haunches if she was not quick enough. All the mares did the same and she started to wonder why all the horses hate her so much. She soon learned that it was because of her father, it seemed that he was a hated horse. She listened to the muttering of all the mares out of the shadows and learned that he had raped her mother and had then left her to be claimed by another horse. Feathers had learned to stay away from all the horses and she had learned how to get the other foals to leave her alone with bites and by lashing out at them. The foals started to fear her and thought that there was something wrong with her, and maybe there was.
As a yearling her father stole her away from the herd when she was standing on the outskirts of it. She was not exceptionally beautiful at that time so she knew that it was not just a stallion that came to steal her for his herd. She was an ugly mix of dark grey and white and her coat was somewhat longer than it should have been. She still went with a bit of a fight though, until she found out that he was her father. She went willingly then. She didn’t understand why all the horses seemed to hate him for he did nothing to harm her. He seemed to be a good stallion. When they got to his home which was a large clearing with a small pool of water at one side of it he settled down to graze but she was not hungry. She stood and watched him, he was a pure black horse with not a single hair on his body that was another colour. He did not even have any white markings. She wondered whether she would get his colour and lose her own ugly one for the other yearlings had made fun of her and the older mares had taken pity on her, saying what a shame it was she didn’t even have beauty on her side. It seemed that they thought there was something wrong in her mind too.
Maybe it was a good thing that she was here with her father now and not with the herd anymore. She looked around but there were no mares, was her father a loner as she was? She snorted to get his attention, a questioning look on her face. He had a smile on his when he looked up at her, the powerful muscles in his neck standing out as he arched his neck and held his head proudly. Was he proud of her? He went over to her and looked her over. He then gave a snort of satisfaction and started telling her about his history and about all the things that had made him become the horse that he now was. She started understanding why he did what he did and he soon started teaching her the ways of a dark horse. She excelled in all the tests that he put before her, doing even better than he had done when he had been a yearling. She started taking pleasure in causing others pain and discovered that her touch was icy to others and made pain shoot through them.
Her eyes were white, it had led some to believe that she was blind but she wasn’t. She could see better than anyone else but the light of day sometimes got too intense and it started to hurt her eyes. She didn’t care about this though and didn’t stay in the shadows, just for the sake of her eyes, as her father had told her to, she didn’t care. It seemed too that she didn’t care for anyone, except her father. She had formed a strong bond with him over the next two years that she was with him. As a three year old her mother found them and she killed her father. It made Falling Feathers feel such fury as she had never felt before and it made her kill her mother. Afterwards she stood looking over her mother’s lifeless body without even the slightest feelings of guilt.
After that she ran away to live a life of getting close to others and then either killing them or leaving them confused and with a corrupted mind that would make it impossible for them to live a normal life. She is now five years old and she has trouble trusting others as she doesn’t trust them to be strong. She detests those that are weak and this has made her detest foals as well, she could remember how weak she had been too as a foal but she had grown stronger. She had also lost her ugly colouring and had got her father’s black but also a white of her own with a fiery gaze that made shivers run down the spine of others.
~ Picture:
