Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 8:50:02 GMT
Name: Nyx
Gender: Mare
Breed: Shire
Age: 3 years
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Dominant White (Black Base)
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: Blue
Personality:
It is near impossible to perfectly describe ones personality as a personality is as intangible as the untamed winds, forever changing as one goes through life but we can make an attempt to document ones beliefs and reactions to their life experiences so far. Let us attempt an intellectual journey.
The main aspect shaping this mare is her social anxieties. Unless you paid close attention you may not notice at all as she has learned to swallow her fears and wear a misleading expression but her mind is always racing in another's company which is why she prefers to spend her time alone. She knows others have much better things to do than speak about her but she also knows that gossip and the need to open ones mouth pointlessly is a deep trait of social creatures. If she does become comfortable with someone she may open up and express the strange thoughts that go through her head but those thoughts often scare others away, which she has learned to laugh at, the strange faces of disbelief at her comments becoming a game for her. Though many of her comments may be blunt she very rarely means to offend another, she has just come to accept that not all creatures think along the same lines, plus her limited social interactions means her abilities at reading expressions or judging social situations have been a little hampered.
She may be a little emotionally stunted from her mostly solitary life, not completely understanding the strange sensations that go through her body, often expressing that she may not feel certain emotions simply because she can't recognize them.
She doesn't take sides in situations that don't involve her directly, possibly offering advice though not allowing herself to get dragged into trivial arguments. She may seem level headed though that is only due to her trained control over her emotions (though it is not perfect and like all, emotions occasionally steal control over her actions) and her view that everybody is responsible for their own actions and emotions. Her anxieties sometimes get the better of her, causing depressive thoughts or if she looses control of herself she needs to punish herself, holding herself responsible for everything she does or feels even if she has no control over the situation.
Due to her size she does have some confidence within herself, which can keep her standing tall in tough situations even if she is full of doubt or terrified though when pushed to the limit her sentient mind breaks and gives way to a strong fight or flight instinct (which is usually fight or be unable to move as she isn't much of a bolter.) She will do her best to avoid confrontational situations unless she feels that she has been severely wronged or that another's actions are unacceptable, mainly because she fears she will loose control of herself and become that violent creature she once was.
She knows that all creatures are different but her mind seems farthest from sane when she gets caught in it. Day dreaming about ripping the flesh off another and feeling the warmth of their blood isn't normal for her kind, though either is imagining your skull getting crushed beneath giant hooves when you mentally punish yourself but we all have quirks...right?
History:
She believes that the past is to be forgotten, except for the lessons you learn, so many of the facts have become hazy in her mind but we can piece the puzzle together.
She was born to your average feral horse herd. Beside the handful of large horses that made the herd there was really nothing that special about them. The land they lived upon wasn't luscious though it supported the lives that lived upon it. There was no steady father figure in the young fillies life as the worn pickings and constant male conflict meant the life of a lead stallion was short and brutal. Though her mother was the doting type she never protected the filly from the harshness of hungry, aggressive stallions and mares nor their brutal words. Luckily she was born early in the spring from her sizable dam which meant at least the foals of her generation and younger were scared to pick on her. She found confidence in that, becoming a bit of a bully, shoving the other foals around and taking what she wanted. Even some of the older foals and mares thought twice about her once she became a yearling and the lessons of violence and aggression she had been taught from those around her bloomed in her personality.
As she became more independent of the protection of her mother she would begin to explore the lands away from the herd, finding peace in the silence and solitude. The aggression her herd life had installed in her started to slowly slip away the less time she spent with them though she could always feel the disgusting darkness of anger and hatred within her, her mind often running away with altered memories where she imagined tearing those that hurt her limb from limb. Before she reached two she had cut all ties with her herd, wandering the lands and following the vegetation that her body needed, living from her self taught wits that her solitary play dates had instilled.
She had no urge to join a herd, to gossip with other mares whilst a stallion prowled the lands like some king of beasts. You saw many ore things when you didn't allow a home to trap you. Maybe she just didn't learn to trust another so never learned why all the others wanted that seemingly boring life but she made herself believe she was happy enough on her own, often spying on herds or single horses in a childish game or involving herself in a casual conversation but there was never another soul she could stand being around for more than a few days.
There were no great events in her life that she took note of, none that she would like to recite anyway. Small misunderstandings or tassels, a nightly intimate partner every now and then when her body ached with loneliness, an inspirational quote from a passing stranger that she would forget soon after. Not all lives are full of despair or inspirational battles or royal experiences. Some creatures are just existing, lost in a world where there are billions of other lives outshining your own.
Sample Post:
Silence and solitude, they go hand in hand to make a peaceful soul. The land appeared to be still and lifeless, the soft layering of snow coating the ground kept the greenery of the grass hidden away, only small pockets of faded colour peeking out from the snow laiden tree branches that struggled to grow from the frozen, rocky earth. Everything else was a cold grey and white, including the one living creature that disturbed the lull of the atmosphere. With each slow step the fresh snow crackled lightly under her hooves, heavy feathers attempting to wipe clean the evidence of her path. Her massive bulk seemed out of place in this land where only the nimble footed small creatures could navigate but the creature learned long ago that the less friendly the terrain, the less likely you are going to be forced to interact with unwelcome company. It wasn't that she was antisocial or unfriendly per say, there just weren't many souls out there that she felt comfortable with, or that she didn't want to rip the throat out of every time they opened their mouths.
Heavy clouds of mist fell from her nares, mirroring the dense coverage in the sky the hid the suns warm rays and dispersing as her wide chest passed through them. The chill of the air was welcome within her lungs, sending small shudders through her body to remind her that she still had feeling, even if her muzzle and the tips of her ears were starting to numb from the soft frigid breeze that tugged at her unmanageable locks, attempting to pull strands loose from the tangled mess. It may have helped if she had a thick winter coat to protect herself, instead of her sleek, new short spring coat but it was all mind over matter. She didn't mind the cold because here her social anxieties didn't matter.
The mares frame came to a halt as the recently untrodden path she had been following forked, dusky blue gaze being thrown down either direction. One seemed to widen out further down though as her nares twitched, pulling in the breeze that danced down the path, she was certain she could pick up the feint scent of another equine or more amidst the frozen air particles. The path seemed to wind back down the mountain, probably crossing a few streams where fresh sprouts grew but she doubted that any vegetation would be willingly shared upon this mountain that defied weak life. Though peckish she didn't have the energy to bully any potential creatures out of her way so she opted for the other path, even if it led her higher up the mountain, on iced rocks that slipped away under foot.
The large mares skull lowered further than its normal slack carriage, whiskers fawning over the snow as she proceeded carefully along the path, carefully picking secure footing to prevent her from slipping backwards down the path. With her weight she doubted she would be able to stop the omentum that gtravity and the steep slopes would cause. She had been aimlessly climbing the mountain for a few hours now, licking at the fresh droplets that plunged from suspended icicles to keep her hydrated but water did little for a demanding stomach.
Finally her path widened into a small grove, sheltered from the wind on two sides by the rising mountainside. Small bushes fought to grow from the small pockets of soil and loose rocks, their branches bare of leaves though frosted seed pods swayed from the grey twigs. A small sound of delight came from her throat, being carried away over the mountain as she approached a promising bush, starting to pluck the pods from their mother.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: I reserve the right to rate until I've gotten comfortable ^^ (plus i have a crap laptop which makes everything look bad xD) But its pretty looking so far, so at the beginning 8
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:
Where did you find us?: Google
What would you like to be called?: Dazi
Gender: Mare
Breed: Shire
Age: 3 years
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Dominant White (Black Base)
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: Blue
Personality:
It is near impossible to perfectly describe ones personality as a personality is as intangible as the untamed winds, forever changing as one goes through life but we can make an attempt to document ones beliefs and reactions to their life experiences so far. Let us attempt an intellectual journey.
The main aspect shaping this mare is her social anxieties. Unless you paid close attention you may not notice at all as she has learned to swallow her fears and wear a misleading expression but her mind is always racing in another's company which is why she prefers to spend her time alone. She knows others have much better things to do than speak about her but she also knows that gossip and the need to open ones mouth pointlessly is a deep trait of social creatures. If she does become comfortable with someone she may open up and express the strange thoughts that go through her head but those thoughts often scare others away, which she has learned to laugh at, the strange faces of disbelief at her comments becoming a game for her. Though many of her comments may be blunt she very rarely means to offend another, she has just come to accept that not all creatures think along the same lines, plus her limited social interactions means her abilities at reading expressions or judging social situations have been a little hampered.
She may be a little emotionally stunted from her mostly solitary life, not completely understanding the strange sensations that go through her body, often expressing that she may not feel certain emotions simply because she can't recognize them.
She doesn't take sides in situations that don't involve her directly, possibly offering advice though not allowing herself to get dragged into trivial arguments. She may seem level headed though that is only due to her trained control over her emotions (though it is not perfect and like all, emotions occasionally steal control over her actions) and her view that everybody is responsible for their own actions and emotions. Her anxieties sometimes get the better of her, causing depressive thoughts or if she looses control of herself she needs to punish herself, holding herself responsible for everything she does or feels even if she has no control over the situation.
Due to her size she does have some confidence within herself, which can keep her standing tall in tough situations even if she is full of doubt or terrified though when pushed to the limit her sentient mind breaks and gives way to a strong fight or flight instinct (which is usually fight or be unable to move as she isn't much of a bolter.) She will do her best to avoid confrontational situations unless she feels that she has been severely wronged or that another's actions are unacceptable, mainly because she fears she will loose control of herself and become that violent creature she once was.
She knows that all creatures are different but her mind seems farthest from sane when she gets caught in it. Day dreaming about ripping the flesh off another and feeling the warmth of their blood isn't normal for her kind, though either is imagining your skull getting crushed beneath giant hooves when you mentally punish yourself but we all have quirks...right?
History:
She believes that the past is to be forgotten, except for the lessons you learn, so many of the facts have become hazy in her mind but we can piece the puzzle together.
She was born to your average feral horse herd. Beside the handful of large horses that made the herd there was really nothing that special about them. The land they lived upon wasn't luscious though it supported the lives that lived upon it. There was no steady father figure in the young fillies life as the worn pickings and constant male conflict meant the life of a lead stallion was short and brutal. Though her mother was the doting type she never protected the filly from the harshness of hungry, aggressive stallions and mares nor their brutal words. Luckily she was born early in the spring from her sizable dam which meant at least the foals of her generation and younger were scared to pick on her. She found confidence in that, becoming a bit of a bully, shoving the other foals around and taking what she wanted. Even some of the older foals and mares thought twice about her once she became a yearling and the lessons of violence and aggression she had been taught from those around her bloomed in her personality.
As she became more independent of the protection of her mother she would begin to explore the lands away from the herd, finding peace in the silence and solitude. The aggression her herd life had installed in her started to slowly slip away the less time she spent with them though she could always feel the disgusting darkness of anger and hatred within her, her mind often running away with altered memories where she imagined tearing those that hurt her limb from limb. Before she reached two she had cut all ties with her herd, wandering the lands and following the vegetation that her body needed, living from her self taught wits that her solitary play dates had instilled.
She had no urge to join a herd, to gossip with other mares whilst a stallion prowled the lands like some king of beasts. You saw many ore things when you didn't allow a home to trap you. Maybe she just didn't learn to trust another so never learned why all the others wanted that seemingly boring life but she made herself believe she was happy enough on her own, often spying on herds or single horses in a childish game or involving herself in a casual conversation but there was never another soul she could stand being around for more than a few days.
There were no great events in her life that she took note of, none that she would like to recite anyway. Small misunderstandings or tassels, a nightly intimate partner every now and then when her body ached with loneliness, an inspirational quote from a passing stranger that she would forget soon after. Not all lives are full of despair or inspirational battles or royal experiences. Some creatures are just existing, lost in a world where there are billions of other lives outshining your own.
Sample Post:
Silence and solitude, they go hand in hand to make a peaceful soul. The land appeared to be still and lifeless, the soft layering of snow coating the ground kept the greenery of the grass hidden away, only small pockets of faded colour peeking out from the snow laiden tree branches that struggled to grow from the frozen, rocky earth. Everything else was a cold grey and white, including the one living creature that disturbed the lull of the atmosphere. With each slow step the fresh snow crackled lightly under her hooves, heavy feathers attempting to wipe clean the evidence of her path. Her massive bulk seemed out of place in this land where only the nimble footed small creatures could navigate but the creature learned long ago that the less friendly the terrain, the less likely you are going to be forced to interact with unwelcome company. It wasn't that she was antisocial or unfriendly per say, there just weren't many souls out there that she felt comfortable with, or that she didn't want to rip the throat out of every time they opened their mouths.
Heavy clouds of mist fell from her nares, mirroring the dense coverage in the sky the hid the suns warm rays and dispersing as her wide chest passed through them. The chill of the air was welcome within her lungs, sending small shudders through her body to remind her that she still had feeling, even if her muzzle and the tips of her ears were starting to numb from the soft frigid breeze that tugged at her unmanageable locks, attempting to pull strands loose from the tangled mess. It may have helped if she had a thick winter coat to protect herself, instead of her sleek, new short spring coat but it was all mind over matter. She didn't mind the cold because here her social anxieties didn't matter.
The mares frame came to a halt as the recently untrodden path she had been following forked, dusky blue gaze being thrown down either direction. One seemed to widen out further down though as her nares twitched, pulling in the breeze that danced down the path, she was certain she could pick up the feint scent of another equine or more amidst the frozen air particles. The path seemed to wind back down the mountain, probably crossing a few streams where fresh sprouts grew but she doubted that any vegetation would be willingly shared upon this mountain that defied weak life. Though peckish she didn't have the energy to bully any potential creatures out of her way so she opted for the other path, even if it led her higher up the mountain, on iced rocks that slipped away under foot.
The large mares skull lowered further than its normal slack carriage, whiskers fawning over the snow as she proceeded carefully along the path, carefully picking secure footing to prevent her from slipping backwards down the path. With her weight she doubted she would be able to stop the omentum that gtravity and the steep slopes would cause. She had been aimlessly climbing the mountain for a few hours now, licking at the fresh droplets that plunged from suspended icicles to keep her hydrated but water did little for a demanding stomach.
Finally her path widened into a small grove, sheltered from the wind on two sides by the rising mountainside. Small bushes fought to grow from the small pockets of soil and loose rocks, their branches bare of leaves though frosted seed pods swayed from the grey twigs. A small sound of delight came from her throat, being carried away over the mountain as she approached a promising bush, starting to pluck the pods from their mother.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: I reserve the right to rate until I've gotten comfortable ^^ (plus i have a crap laptop which makes everything look bad xD) But its pretty looking so far, so at the beginning 8
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:
Where did you find us?: Google
What would you like to be called?: Dazi
