Lyrai
May 28, 2013 7:26:59 GMT -8
Post by Lyrai on May 28, 2013 7:26:59 GMT -8
Name :: Lyrai
Breed :: Murgese
Age :: 12 yo
Gender :: Mare?
Alliance :: Tribe of Racing Winds
Pelt Color :: Blue roan
Mane/Tail Color :: Black
Eye Color :: Very dark brown
Markings :: Four black legs, black 'bald face'
Height :: 15.1 1/2hh
Personality ::At first glance, this mare, not even 15.2 hh high and weighing well over 850 pounds appears a little ungainly with her strong legs, big hooves and heavy body. Her standard calm, stable and fairly unconcerned behavior don't really bode well either. That is, however, only skin deep: Lyrai is a lively mare, always eager to have fun, with a surprising amount of stamina and toughness hidden beneath her blue roan coat. She can be quite snappy and snarky, but often cannot be bothered by all that: she prefers to let petty squables just burn themselves out. When danger comes too near, though, imagined or real, she can be quite fierce. She's fastest nor the best fighter, but she can handle herself, and when youngsters are in danger, 'momma bear' really applies to her. And then technique doesn't matter - and for a mare, she can bring in a bit of brute strength. It's not just physical strength, either. She's given birth to a foal four times: only one of those still lives. That has learned her how harsh life can be, and how tough one's heart must be to keep going on.
Lyrai's not brought down by grief, though, but rather lives with even more joy - and a motherly tendency to everyone younger than her, especially those who cannot yet be considered adults themselves.
History ::Born in a fairly small herd, Lyrai grew up a bit lonely but loved nonetheless. She was fascinated with everything in site, always eager to explore, to learn more. Her mother adored her attitude, as did her two year older half-sister. Her father not so much, though - she tended to worry him. And with right, it turned out, when she drifted too far away during mating season and was, for all intents and purposes, kidnapped straight from under their noses, her elder sister and mother more important to the alpha stallion to defend than she was. In a way, she agreed with that, but it was a beastly stallion that had taken her, not the kind of mate she had hoped to find. But then again, he had a good few mares, and she liked that. Like a good band mare, she bore him two fillies, the first of which a roan like her, strong and sturdy, the second dark bay like him, equally sturdy but less strong. She fell ill in her second summer and died soon after.
That was in itself a summer of change. She again was whisked away, by another stallion this time. This one she actually liked, and his foal she carried with a measure of pride. She gave birth to a young colt on the day the last snow fell that year. Fiercely protective of him, the entire band was amused by her but Arkon, the stallion. He seemed touched by it, and a year later not only stole her first filly, but also knocked her up again. It was that foal that nearly killed her. Not the birth itself, but rather what followed. Attracted by the scent of blood, a mountain lion had approached and wounded both her foal and herself, when Lyrai, still weak and in pain, made a valiant attempt to fend the predator off. A dark sadness behind her eyes and claw marks on her ample hindquarters and shoulder are all that are left to bear witness of that. Her foal did not survive. Several summers later, when Arkon died due to injuries (the result of stumbling into a well-hidden crack in the ground, ending up shattering his foreleg) her son took over and kicked her and her daughter out. Together, they roamed for two seasons, before her heavy belly didn't allow that anymore. Arkon's last gift turned out to be deadly too; twins are not ideal for wild horses, and now Lyrai is alone and ready for new companions.
RP Sample :: From another site, hope that's OK?Sigauni was no stranger to finding new areas. She even had a routine upon stumbling upon one, most of which involved a lot of cautious steps, ears non-stop spinning around to catch every last sound and eyes peeled on more than just the grass. Only after a while did she relax enough to actually lower her head, grey-white strands of hair falling in front of her eyes, almost obscuring her sight - if not for the fact that this was an ongoing problem she had long since grown used to.
Besides, right now, it didn't matter. Local wildlife had made itself at home; rabbits frolicking around, butterflies dancing from flower to flower, bees buzzing wildly. Life could be good here, she thought. It was worth hanging out for a bit. Why not, after all? She had nowhere to be, no one to miss her. Not anymore.
She kicked out with a hind leg, getting rid of frustrations before taking off in a spontaneous canter, kicking her heels up twice more in a display of joy before she skidded to a halt, rose-y nose almost touching the ground as she loudly snorted at the fat frog trying to stare her down. Carefully, she gave him a soft nudge with her nose, wrinkling it when she felt the cool slimy-ness of the frog's skin before repeating the gesture, giving an elated neigh when the frog leaped away - but not far enough. The sabino mare effortlessly followed the frog around the rocky 'beach' of the small creek, almost too involved in her little game to keep track of her surroundings. Almost. Following the frog, she followed him out onto the meadow a bit further before rapidly turning around, ears flat in her neck, hindquarters squarely under her body ready for fight or flight. Proverbial flight, anyway.
Where did you learn first about us? :: Errrr. No clue? I think ad-hopping