Post by Trill Stalker on Feb 2, 2009 22:43:59 GMT -5
Xhexic
But Would It Matter If I Cared?
S T A T S
Name: Xhexic
Age: 4 Falls
Breed: Appaloosa
Color: Chestnut Leopard
Height: 14 HH
Eyes: Both Blue but left eye half rimmed in black
Alliance: Neutral
Home: None
Rank: Rogue
Offspring: None
I N T O M Y P A S T
My parents had called me a submissive equine, it was a little demeaning to know that I was talked about by everyone because I would not stand up for myself. Or when challenged I would just stair at the one who had commenced it with a neutral expression on my face. I had some say in my life though, so I wasn’t a total push over. If anyone was to hurt my immediate family then I would get worked up over that. But if something was to do with myself then it didn’t matter. I was a neutralist threw and threw.
Not many liked the way that I acted though, they all thought I was strange, treating me like a para. Not even horny stallions would come near me because I did not give off the scent that I was interested. Rumors always slid threw my ears, they hurt to hear them because some of them were true. But I ignored them like always.
Then one day my father had pulled me aside and had asked me to leave. Apparently I was an embarrassment to his standing in the heard hierarchy. Willing to give my life for him was not enough, he cared about popularity more then loyalty. With a neutral shrug I just turned and walked away. I didn’t say good bye to my mother, or sister. They wouldn’t have cared. I highly doubted they even noticed me missing.
F A M I L Y
Penvoe: You always were hard to please.
Harelema: Commentary unneeded.
Karson: You always were above me.
F R I E N D S
I can only give you loyalty.
H I T L I S T
Well, I highly doubt I would fight you.
F I N D M E P R E S E N T L Y
But Would It Matter If I Cared?
S T A T S
Name: Xhexic
Age: 4 Falls
Breed: Appaloosa
Color: Chestnut Leopard
Height: 14 HH
Eyes: Both Blue but left eye half rimmed in black
Alliance: Neutral
Home: None
Rank: Rogue
Offspring: None
I N T O M Y P A S T
My parents had called me a submissive equine, it was a little demeaning to know that I was talked about by everyone because I would not stand up for myself. Or when challenged I would just stair at the one who had commenced it with a neutral expression on my face. I had some say in my life though, so I wasn’t a total push over. If anyone was to hurt my immediate family then I would get worked up over that. But if something was to do with myself then it didn’t matter. I was a neutralist threw and threw.
Not many liked the way that I acted though, they all thought I was strange, treating me like a para. Not even horny stallions would come near me because I did not give off the scent that I was interested. Rumors always slid threw my ears, they hurt to hear them because some of them were true. But I ignored them like always.
Then one day my father had pulled me aside and had asked me to leave. Apparently I was an embarrassment to his standing in the heard hierarchy. Willing to give my life for him was not enough, he cared about popularity more then loyalty. With a neutral shrug I just turned and walked away. I didn’t say good bye to my mother, or sister. They wouldn’t have cared. I highly doubted they even noticed me missing.
F A M I L Y
Penvoe: You always were hard to please.
Harelema: Commentary unneeded.
Karson: You always were above me.
F R I E N D S
I can only give you loyalty.
H I T L I S T
Well, I highly doubt I would fight you.
F I N D M E P R E S E N T L Y
