Sakura

[.: Saphira :.]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Name: Sakura Age: 4 Breed: Arabian Gender: Mare Region: Amun Appearance: Sakura is slender and graceful – her every step seems almost as though she were dancing on air. She has the classic looks of all Arabians, along with a rich golden coat with a slightly wind-blown and tangled cream-coloured mane and tail. Her ears are always pricked forward with interest, and her dark brown orbs hold a wary but warm glitter. Sakura always carries her head held high and proud, her posture a little defiant at times. Her face narrows down into a soft muzzle. Her body is lean and powerful, perfect for running. A few scars litter her body from previous fights. Personality: Sakura is slender, graceful, charming, yes. She is, however, anything but delicate and soft-spoken. Despite her slim frame and innocent looks, a fiery heart lies within. An excellent example is the reaction you get when you combine oxygen and sparks – Combustion, unpredictable and wild. Sakura is sharp of mind and of wit. She loves being challenged, and is not afraid to lose. Beneath all this, though, once you manage to find a way deep into her heart, you will find a kind and gentle soul. The rare few times this shows through, however, is when she is defending or helping someone weaker and less fortunate than herself. Power: Quite useless when you think about it, but her power is that of levitation. History: She was born into a family of many other horses, perhaps too many to be counted. The stallion, her father, rarely made an appearance, and so, she grew up without knowing her father. Sakura played with the other foals, wandering further and further from her dam each time, and she would always return to find her mother sick with worry. “Where have you been?” She would be scolded time and time again. “Don’t you know that the world is dangerous? Stay here where you are safe!” Of course, Sakura simply nodded her head, but kept on doing what she had always done. Roaming away. She often reached the boundaries of their territory, and would stare longingly at the world beyond, wondering what it could be like. Why is it other can go? What can’t I? She grumbled, annoyed at her mother for keeping her there. For the first three years of her life, she stayed. Stayed while all her other friends left and explored the world. But enough was enough. One night, when her pelt was cloaked with the shadows of the dark, she slipped away to a stallion whom she had been secretly visiting. He had come at last to take her away. So, she left with no regrets. However, the two equines’ happy friendship did not last long. Oh, no. As soon as they were far enough from the herd, he turned on her, eyes dark with menace. Frightened out of her wits, Sakura ran. She ran with all the speed she had been born with, away from the hateful stallion who had tricked and betrayed her, ran away from her old life, ran into the unknown. Now she's just masking her heart of hurt, just having entered the lands. What awaits her here?

[ANUBIS ;;]

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