Post by Dazi on May 17, 2014 22:01:36 GMT -8
Name :: Stellar
Breed :: thoroughbred
Age :: Four years
Gender :: Mare
Alliance :: Loner
Pelt Color :: Chestnut.
Mane/Tail Color :: chestnut.
Eye Color :: dark brown
Markings :: large white star/thin blaze, left hind sock
Height :: 15.3
Personality ::simplicity is often the hardest aspect to understand. Others over think why one performs their actions, using their own experiences and personality to determine another's mind. Stellar on the other hand does not ponder upon others. Acting instinctually upon the fiery urges within her instead of thinking about what actions may be deemed socially acceptable. There is one world, her world, and she is it's only inhabitant. Don't take that for a statement for one of arrogance, she is not one to stare at herself through vanity clouded eyes or act as a show pony upon a podium, she simply lives her life as he nature intends. This nature could be pinpointed as a typical red-headed thoroughbred with too much energy bottling within her or if you wish to be cruel, a sour old mare with a general disdain for the world but more accurately you could describe her as a child, denying the ability to perceive the notion of every action receiving an equal reaction.
She has a strong dislike of being touched or her personal bubble being invaded, provoking teethy snaps and lightning kicks without the politeness of a warning. She has no tolerance for anyone whom has not earnt her respect and gaining it is a flimsy game with rules that not even Stellar herself could recite. If you do manage to defy the odds and gain her respect she can be almost puppy like, gaining an absurd innocence as she ignores your shortcomings and follows your every mood, as long as you retain her respect and do not become a bore.
To have her accept you as a near equal in her one horse world is a wonder, though to see you as thoroughly undeserving of her respect can be seen as a ticket of a hellish nature. Though she may live her life in a general, if not sadistically twisted, childish freedom of thought, she is well versed in life and can hold a bitter and blood thirsty grudge.
In all, unless you are confident you could handle a heck born hoss with no predictability, it is best to stay clear of this fiery fae.
History ::There was no extraordinary life event that created this fae. Her birth and young life was rather average, born to a mare in the captivity of humans from a stallion with no great ability. She grew as most do in their first year and upon reaching a yearling followed in the footsteps of her breeds history and entered training to become a racer. High energy feeds, tough workouts upon her young body and general treatment as a money making object crafted a fine looking filly. She could run fast but not fast enough to advance her to the level of the greats. Upon her second birthday she was sold to a ranch to run the country races of where no real skill was required but as they were for the fun of the humans he behaviour was deemed unacceptable. She was places out to pasture for a further year to let her 'racing spirit' die upon a diet of grass alone but her nature remained. At the end of this third year a storm ravaged the land, pulling down fences and sending frenzied horses and cattle alike far into the hills. Stellar was never caught, having run blindly with the sheer joy of freedom far past the reaches of man. She lived upon the wild land until her fourth birthday with no nagging need to find others of her kind, all herd like natural instincts dead to the young mare. Now you find her here, taking her journey one step at a time with no clear goal or wish to follow..
RP Sample ::A desert is a funny thing, stretches of sand, tiny little particles that held no life yet reflected the sun in waves of unbareable heat whilst the golden orb did its rounds then drawing in the chill that the fire less silver orb of night offered. It was during these colourless hours that the land was visited by the fiery hoss. Her vibrant colour was lost within the dark tones of night, only the white split down her facade and encircling her back fetlock betrayed her as a living shadow, reflecting the pale light of the nights blooming orb. Why would any horse come to such a harsh world were survival was questionable at best? That was a question you may ask of a creature that used its mind for survival, like the coyotes that broke the still night with their mournful cries as they stalked the land for their next meal. It was not a question for the young mare that travelled where the wind pulled her, letting her absurd instincts and dumb luck dictate her likely hood to survive.
Another cry from the coyotes sent a small jack rabbit dashing across the sands in a frenzied attempt to reach the safety of its burrow, disappearing into its home below a lone standing cactus. The sudden movement startled the fae out of her absent minded stare across the desolate lands. A small snort rippled her nares, dispersing the sudden shock that had jerked through her body, her attention now diverted to the stretched shadow of the cactus the small fuzzy creature had disappeared into. Lowering her skull parallel to the ground, nape outstretched, she followed the disturbed sand. The small round particles tickled her sensitive lips as she came to the hole that meant safety for the smaller desert dwellers. Finely shaped ears perked atop her skull to listen for any noise her small companion may make though only silence met her. It was strange how complete silence could be near deafening and it didn't take long for the faes mind to wander away from the curiosity of what lay beneath the ground.
This plant that stood before her was akin to an alien, bulbous arms reaching for the star laiden sky only a few meters above her head like it was trying to mimic the swaying branches of its cousins that littered more hospitable lands. It seemed to quiver in the darkness, as though it could feel the bone chilling breeze that ebbed its way through the land like the aimless wandering of lost souls, or was it truly alive and fearing the wild dogs that it could not outrun? Nares quivered once more, tasting the strange scent of water and chlorophyll that lay stagnant around the alien plant. The scent made the mare aware of how little forage there was to see amongst the dunes about her, the subtle tinges of hunger and thirst drying her tongue and throat fuelling her next curious and unweighed actions. If she were to bite this alien plant would it scream for her mercy or soundlessly accept its demise like the billions of emerald blades she had previously devoured? Jowls parted, velvet lips seeking to taste the flesh of the unearthly plant before her though she had not expected it to bite back!
A squeal of confused rage vanished over the dunes as she pulled back, lips tingling with the bite of the cactus. Never before had a plant had the nerve to retaliate and the fae was not going to allow it to have the last bite. This time her jowls attempted to mimic a snake unhooking its jaws to swallow its prey whole. Ears were pinned to her skull, daring the alien to retaliate and once again it did! The velocity in which she drove her muzzle into the spiked plant drew blood from her lips, the small droplets not an unknown or unwelcomed taste upon her tongue. Her angered squeal resounded, her tactic changing from head on assault to one she was more accustomed with.
Swinging her quarters, rear daggers struck out to punish the plant. A squelching thud told of her direct hit though the tough spikes drove themselves into her legs. This resulted in a fight fed by blind fury between the fae and the alien. Sounds like that of bone breaking under flesh continuously sounded through the once dead land, the faes squeals following each thunderous kick as her legs were bitten and torn.
The commotion eventually died away as the beaten cactus fell to the earth, cut down from its prime and glory by the seemingly mindless attack of the mare. She was not unscathed, sculpted legs coated in her life substance, once ghostly hind fetlock now darkened a war-torn ruby. With a final barrel of her rear she declared her victory with a pleased whinny before once more shying to the side on quivering hind legs as the jack rabbit, terrified by the blood-curdling war that had happened above vacated his burrow, disappearing over the dunes bordering the horizon in a cloud of fine sand.
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