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ceres.
Dec 21, 2011 23:02:55 GMT -5
Post by dreamy on Dec 21, 2011 23:02:55 GMT -5
Name: Ceres. Age: Three. Breed: Tennessee Walking Horse. Gender: Mare. Region: Amun.
Appearance: Well, I've been complemented on my looks before, but I don't think they're anything special. I am a color called 'classic champagne', which looks like a really dull brown to me. Apparently it's rare, but I can't be sure. I stand at a staggering 15.1 hands high. Yeah, I'm not all that big. I'm pretty small. My legs are thin, and would probably break easily. I'm not a good fighter, but I don't like to fight anyway. I'm really fast, as one might expect from my light and small frame. My mane and tail have several colors in them, but the main color would have to be off white. I have a stripe down my face, a gray muzzle, and pink lips. My eyes are glowing green, which hints at my power. I also have four white socks. IMAGE. 138 words.
Personality: Well, I'm a nice horse, but I'm not really quiet at all. I'm not shy. I don't have problems making friends, and I love to be surrounded by other horses. I feel safer. I'm pretty dependent.. If I don't have someone to depend on, I really don't know what to do. I'm really gullible, I'll believe just about anything! I try to find the best in horses, but I also know that not all horses have good in them. I'm an optimist most of the time, and I can be pretty immature about some things. I'm innocent, really. I haven't even been around stallions at all in my life, my mother tried to shelter me from them. I have a good sense of humor, and I tend to blow things off with a joke rather than take them seriously. If I'm about to cry, most of the time I will laugh instead. If I'm nervous, I talk a lot. I'm really comfortable around other mares, and I prefer their company, though I know I need a stallion if I want real protection.. I'm sort of scared of stallions. 190 words. Power: My power is actually pretty useless in most situations. I have the ability to grow, and amplify plants. I mean, it's nice if you're starving to death.. But can't really be used for combat. I can trip some horses up, but I'm normally too scared and distracted in a fight to do anything.
History: Well, my mother was a lone horse by the time I was born. She told me all about what happened to her, though. She lived in a fairly large herd, and the lead stallion was kind. He took care of all of his mares, and made sure that everyone was happy. Colts were never killed, though normally they weren't allowed to stay around. Mom said that life with him was great, and that she loved him.. Even if she had to share him. She was pregnant with her first foal, when everything went to Hell. A larger, meaner stallion came in and challenged him. The kind stallion lost, and mean one took over. He brought in five or six other stallions, and the mares were force-bred every day. My father was one of those stallions. As soon as my mother's foal was born, it was killed. She wasn't even allowed to see it.
After a few months of living in pure Hell, my mother ran for it. She left everything and everyone she knew behind. She didn't know whether or not she was being chased, but she just kept on running until she came to place where the smell of equines was stale. It was here that I was born. My mother raised me well, and taught me how to use my power as best she could. My mother's power was over water, but she still tried. I lived this life happily, unknowing that anything could ever be different. Until she told me the story of her past. I was two then. I'd been raised my whole life to believe that all stallions were awful, and would bring nothing but pain.. Being the optimist that I am, I focused on the stallion at the beginning of the story.
A few months later, I made up my mind. I didn't want to live away from other equines my entire life. I wanted to be in a herd, to experience friendship and love. Pain riddled my mother's eyes when I told her I was leaving. I tried to get her to go with me, but she refused.
I guess that's how I ended up here. I don't really know what to do now... 370 words.
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ceres.
Dec 21, 2011 23:10:30 GMT -5
Post by ANUBIS ;; on Dec 21, 2011 23:10:30 GMT -5
Accepted! Welcome to Temples of Abydos! I hope you enjoy your stay! :]
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