Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 22:55:14 GMT
Name: Silent Night
Gender: Female
Breed: Arab/Friesian
Genetics: Optional
Age: 3
Arrived in Tathra: summer, year one
Coat Color: White
Height: 16hh
Eye Color: light blue
Personality: Think crazy, introverted, sadistic, sociopath with daddy issues and you have Si in a fun little nut shell.
History: Si was the only foal ever produced from Queen Shima, and King Nirob, her father was known amongst the mares as a bit of a scoundrel. As King, he said it was his duty, not a pleasure, but an "obligation" to mount anything with a pulse. Sure the Queen knew that it was his duty to sire foals, and to keep lone males from stealing other mares in his harem; but then why the whispers of a replacement? When confronted, the King simply laughed and said, "Don't worry my love, nothing in the world would ever happen to you, for you are my life, and without you, I could not exist." The Queen was comforted by these strange words, as the King was not known for his kindness, or for showering anyone with love. He had only gazed upon his filly once, sneered when he saw it wasn't a colt, and went on his way.
One day Si could hear a horrible scream as she played with her half siblings, she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, but it was too late. Her fathers mistress was covered in her mothers blood, Queen Shima had been trampled alive, all for a title. The King had done nothing to protect her mother, in fact he encouraged it. He claimed it would "bring in new blood".
Sample Post: She had traveled a long way from home, to forget her mother and to avoid her father. Perhaps she was asking far too much, maybe it wasn't in her to forget lest forgive the crimes of other people; but she had to try, even if it meant running for the rest of her life. It, of course, wasn't the best solution in the trial of attempting to uncover answers, and many a time the youth questioned her departure from her birth land. However: it was far too late to ponder over such thoughts now - for her steady trot had come to a walk, and thus a halt. There was neither rhyme nor reason as to why Si had come to a standstill in this present landscape of precipices and forestry, other than the fact she was tired, though she did conclude that it was not somewhere she would wish to inhabit. The ivory-splashed mare was more of an ocean soul - she had always admired it as a child, with the salt-spray settling on her tongue and the wind toying with her mane in a state of fervent impatience. A sigh. She did miss the sea, and the sand, and it made her heart twinge with nostalgia... when suddenly she spied a flicker of movement up ahead. Silent snorted softly, her expression cold but open. The mare licked her lips; a drink was needed, though of course that would mean she'd have to approach this stranger, and such an idea made her lip curl. But heaving a second sigh, the alabaster equine thudded closer before leaning to take a sip from the liquid below.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9 beautiful layout, easy to navigate, I just wish the color scheme was darker, I need to squint after a while.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: slightly darker colors
Where did you find us?: google, don't laugh
What would you like to be called?: Si is fine
