Post by lynx'' on Mar 12, 2008 13:57:56 GMT -5
S O P H I E
Watch Out...
Name: Sophie
Age: 7
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Colour: Dark Bay, black mane and tail.
Alliance: Dark
Foals: none
Personality: Sophie can be very wicked and cunning, and will stop at nothing to take control and have her own way. She has a very short temper and it can be triggered by simple things, but once it has been triggered, she looses control and won't stop until she is satisfied with her damage. She laughs at others, those who are below her, and challenges those who are higher than her. She is also quite wise, it takes a lot to confuse her, she moves quickly, with agility and speed. She is also very difficult to handle or talk to.
History: Sophie was born into a moving herd, so she learned quickly, learnt the rules and learnt to look after herself. She didn't have much to do with her mother, as she was just a commoner mare in the herd, however, her sire was the king, and she bonded with him strongly, he told her everything, he taught her how to fight, how to hunt, how to take care of herself. However, Sophie wanted more than what she had, she was never satisfied. So she left her herd and became a loner, always on the move, searching for things to do, and equines to challenge.
Sample Post: The sound of hooves at a three beat pace could be heard thundering over the uneven lands, small pebbles and sand grains were flying everywhere, covering the legs of the femme that disturbed the place. White marks on her legs were now a creamy brown, and her belly and breast were covered with damp sand. She hated the feeling, but never the less, kept going, she wanted rid of the horrible place.
Harks were pinned back to her skull, as if that was their natural position, and dark brown eyes were narrowed, focusing on the land ahead of her. This is what she did, travel, and didn't stop. She neared where her herd rested, a loud, stern call was released deep from her stomach. She slowed from her lope to a light and bouncy trot, still placing her pillars strongly into the grass underfoot, making instant imprints, hopefully some bastard would notice them, and follow her, then the herd could haunt once more.
Her mate came into sight, a loud whinny was sounded, lyrics came out in a silky voice, a respectful greeting. All raised their heads to watch her, obviously missed, a smirk was plastered to her dished dial, Thats right, I’m your queen, scumbags she laughed a slightly evil cackle and walked over to her mate, blowing into his nostrils for a second. Then pulling away and wandering through the travellers. One brute came close to her, she spun around to the right and snaked her head out towards him, clacking her teeth then rearing, almost vertical, towering above the youngster and striking her right hoof in the air three times before landing back down to earth with a heavy thud, dinting the mud underfoot Get away bastard. she snarled, her silky tone used for her mate was lost in her twisted mind, It was the way her sire had brought her up, and she loved it. He had taught her to be proud, not back down to any fight, or anyone.
She shook her dished dial down to the ground, closing her eyes for a few minutes, keeping her head low, before opening her eyes and raising her head again. She carried on, picking up an easy jog as she serviced the lands around her.
Soon, it would be time to move on, and find some other place, a better place, where the herd could rest for the winter. She licked her chestnut muzzle in excitement, a mass battle, lots of deaths, injured horses, her herd would rule the world, no objections. Perfect world, perfect little herd, perfect life... she purred. She spoke to herself, grinning all the time. She sensed which direction they were heading, to lands known as Galloping Free. It seemed a good move, she was sure most wouldn't be happy about the raid they had planned Tough Shit she cackled. And broke into a light three beat pace, flying over the lands, soaring with her sire, her great sire. He was watching her, she knew he was looking down on his baby.
Night was rolling in, night was when they moved, but it wouldn't be now, maybe in a few days, when the plan had been sorted out properly, so tonight, she could roam, by herself, have her own company. Think carefully about her moves. A few stars were visible in the darkened blanket of a sky tonight, a clear night meant a clear mind, plenty time to think Plenty time to plan, to terrorise the equines in the lands of Galloping Free... her mind took her off into her little world once again, licking her lips, femme came to a halt under the shelter of a willow tree.
Winter was fast rolling in and the night was cold for a finely bred Arabian, although muscular, Sophie held little fat on her body, the fat she needed to be warm, but there was no room for fat, only room for muscle. She needed power. A soft rain began to spit, dark, musky clouds blocking out the stars, moving across to block out the only light the moon brought. But she didn't mind. Raindrops covered her dark chestnut coat, making it an even darker shade of red, she looked almost black now, yet there was no light to see her fiery colours, only darkness was surrounding her. The drops continued to thunder down from the sky, making the ground under the willow wet and slippy, her slightly lighter coloured mane and forelock clung to her features, hanging in strings, making her eyesight stagger slightly.
She looked to the sky once more, stepping out of the shelter the willow brought, searching for her father, a small, quiet nicker was released, in her silky tones. I'll fly with you, I’ll see you again, I’ll do as you told me to do, I’ll look after myself, I’ll love my mate, I’ll take care of the herd, and won't stop travelling. her voice grew quite and faded away. She reared to the skies. Foam spraying out the sides of her mouth, striking her legs in the air, cutting through the air, her head was exploding, she couldn't wait much longer, staying in one place for so long was becoming unbelievably boring. she returned to the ground again, then went up again, this time keeping her legs neatly tucked in by her breast, her head swinging wildly, She returned to earth again, and this time, stayed put, lifting her right foreleg high into the air and striking out again, audits plastered back to her skull, eyes wide with excitement, her mind was once again, taking control of her body. She didn't know what she was doing. She had travelled at least 3 miles before stopping under the tree, her herd was nowhere to be seen. She raised her head and her vocals left her throat without her telling so I'm coming... picking up a lope again, she flew across the lands, back to her herd. Speeding up to a gallop, the bitch carried herself across the lands, back to her herd, not slowing as they came into view. She flew past them all, and up onto the nearby hill, she slid to a halt, the rain was still pouring, thundering down on her, all around her, making the ground slippy, yet she stayed in control of her legs. Eventually, her slide came to a stop, and she snapped her chestnut body around to face them all. Lifting her upper body clean off the ground, striking the air again. She returned down, lyrics pouring over the sound of the rain, and the wind. Her voice roared across the lands. Now, we move now. It's time to go
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