Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 6:44:01 GMT
Name: Narcissa
Gender: Mare
Breed: Arabian x Mustang
Genetics: ---
Age: Three
Arrived in Tathra: Summer, year one
Coat Color: Bay overo
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: Amber
Personality: This fiery hot-tempered vixen is full of piss and vinegar. She is sassy in a not so cute way. She is the type of mare that is extremely opinionated and vocal about her thoughts as well. She isn't afraid to hurt anyone's feelings and she will tell it like it is. She isn't the type to make friends easily because of the fact that she has an abrasive personality. The select few that do stick around long enough to work their way through the barriers that surround her find that although she is fierce and defiant she is an extremely loyal and passionate equine. She will not hesitate to throw herself in the line of fire and protect something that she believes in.
Narcissa does not believe in love. She has tried it twice and it fell through both times and it has only pushed her further into her theory that love is nothing more than a four lettered word. She sees compassion as a sign of weakness - even though deep down inside that hardened heart of hers she does care about certain things that she isn't willing to admit to anyone in wariness that it would be used against her. Highly skeptical, the four year old female remains a wanderer because of the fact that she is not a follower and does not do well following orders. She does believe in the beauty of the land and the night-time around her and she is often found wandering around at night, avoiding the heat of the day and the bluster of equines that come out to mingle. Solitary by choice, she is a hardened warrioress with a past full of pain and sacrifice.
History: Narcissa was born in a land known as Wild Equines. She was born to a mare named Selena Serpent and a stallion named Husky. Her parents were light alliance -- but extremely dysfunctional. Her father, Husky, kept her mother on a tight leash, and thought it was completely acceptable. It wasn't until Narcissa was a year old that she learned men were even more cruel than she had previously thought capable... Her father snapped one night and attacked her mother in front of her and he didn't stop -- even after the desperate pleas from both her and her mother. Husky rounded on Narcissa after Selena Serpent slumped to the ground, broken and bleeding, and he proceeded to attack her. Young and naïve in the art of self defense Narcissa had warded him off as best as she could until he stormed away and she snuck back to her mother, ignoring the stinging pain from her lacerations to find her mother barely breathing. Frantic, Narcissa called out for help but there was no one around to hear her... It was that night her mother died and the last promise she got from Narcissa was that she wouldn't let any man ever stand in her way.
Bound by her promise to her mother and her resentment for her father Narcissa spent the next year of her life on her own and learned the strategy of self defense and battle tactics by watching tournaments in Wild Equines until she was fully confident that she could do it on her own and then she enrolled herself in them; throwing herself into the act of violence to numb the pain and confusion she felt from a child. She stayed this way for many years until she bored of the same routine and headed out as a nomad..
It was then that she met Predator, whom she quickly put in his place when he tried to corral her into staying in his land. Defiant, Narcissa moved to push past him and when he went to bar her way she simply attacked him with a ferocity that made him soon respect her. He offered her a beta position and she accepted. She stayed there and defended the land that she now called home and watched Predator with his mate and she suddenly began to feel envious and empty -- not realizing what a true relationship could look like... Things were made complicated by the fact that Predator admitted to loving her and not his mate and they began a secret affair -- until she got pregnant and his mate found out when Narcissa was off in labor. His mate, pissed off at him but unwilling to see a child die, helped Narcissa to birth the child because the umbilical cord was wrapped around her's and Predator's child neck, making it difficult for the child to breathe.. Once born, Predator's mate became the child's God mother and then Predator and her became a couple after his ex mate left; unable to forgive Predator.
Hers and Predator's relationship took a turn for the worst when he disappeared on her and left her and the child on their own to take care of the land. Bitter because she had disobeyed her promise to her mother and had fallen in love when she said she never would, Narcissa took off with the child and left the land behind to be claimed by the beta she had established... It was shortly into her trek in the lands that Narcissa met Baron, which started a love/hate sort of relationship where they were bitter enemies when she kept stealing him just to prove that he wasn't all that he thought he was and that she couldn't be pushed around but in the bantering and the dueling they began to develop feelings for each other and one night they became stuck in a land they didn't know together and had to shelter in a cave where they were attacked by a bear and barely left alive.. It was then that both of them became a sort of 'item' but she fled the land to escape her feelings and ended up here, unwilling to give love another chance even though she secretly pined for him... She is here to start fresh where no one knows her.
Sample Post: An abrupt movement off to her left made the painted vixen startle slightly as she pinned her harks against her cerebral vortex and she ceased all movement. She had just made it across the border of this strange land, having spent the last month of her life trekking across unrelenting terrain to get to it and already she was feeling a little bit on edge. It hadn't been that bad when she had known that she was completely alone but now that the scent of unfamiliar equines invaded her flared paperthins she suddenly felt guarded. How was she to know that no one she knew was here? She had left, so why wouldn't they? It wasn't that far from Wild Equines, a little over a month's travel, and if she could make it then surely so could they, right?
The questions roamed around inside of her head as she lifted her tawny gaze and searched the surrounding forestry, looking for any sign of life. Several seconds passed by as she scrutinized her surroundings and she only moved forward when she was certain that it was no one following her. She wasn't exactly paranoid but she wasn't oblivious either. She had done quite a bit to mask her departure but surely there was room for error and right now she didn't want to deal with anyone; especially if that someone had to be Baron.
A low growl rumbled forth from deep within her larynx as her ink-tipped harks pressed flatter to her skull. God, he was such a pain in the ass. How was it that it was so easy for him to get under her skin? She must be going soft in her old age; that was all that she could think of. With a snort, the Arabian mix blood mare picked her way over a fallen log and continued further along the well-worn deer trail as she headed toward an unknown destination, doing her best to push thoughts of the obsidian bastard out of her mind as she moved along. She had moved away from Wild Equines to forget him.. Not to sit here and think about him every second of the fucking day.
Raven-black draperies cascaded around the delicate planes of her painted façade as the impatient exhalation of the breeze caught the ends of it and lifted it from off of her arched nape and blew it around for a second until releasing its hold to let it settle against the smooth slope of her shoulder again; silken and smooth from her recent bathe in a nearby river and a quick grooming session. She wanted to appear somewhat presentable; not for the benefit of others but so that she didn't look like some heartbroken woman who had the hounds of Hell at her feet. No one knew her here. Absolutely fucking no one. And that's the way she wanted it to be.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: Nothing!
Where did you find us?: From an admin on another site.
What would you like to be called?: Phan!
