Post by Sarah on Feb 17, 2007 3:01:57 GMT
Name: Khepri
Age: Three
Gender: Mare
Herd: Wasteland
Breed: Dutch Draft x Thoroughbred
Appearance:
Age: Three
Gender: Mare
Herd: Wasteland
Breed: Dutch Draft x Thoroughbred
Appearance:
This equine had a beautiful deep red chestnut coat, making her shine crossed the desert. Pools are a dark brown, almost black, and hold a fire that no one could ever possibly put out. She stands a little below 16.3, although her build is much the same as her height. Almost none of her Thoroughbred breeding can be seen in her, just that she is a bit littler than most Draft breeds would be. Showing her Draft side, she is more on the bulkier side, looking in some cases like a stallion. Hooves are large and a dark color. Absolutely no speed at all, she favors more on the stamina side, as well as strength. Her body was built for power, so please, use caution.Personality:
Must I really talk about such a powerful personality? Well, for starters, Khepri is extremely headstrong as well as free spirited. The young equine has never been claimed by a stallion, so she knows nothing of submission. She sees herself as the only thing she needs. Not much for social events, although the mare will let herself be heard. She just doesn’t see a point in babbling about nothing. Some call her arrogant, and that probably would be the proper word for her. Khepri thinks that she is best, and hardly anything will stop her once she’s made up her mind. And that will probably cause her downfall in the end.History:
She was born to a common mare, from a common stallion, each having a common life and background. But that didn’t stop Khepri from being anything but common. Her childhood was filled with adventures that almost always ended in her sire or dam saving her from death. As a foal, she was scolded more times than she could count, but do you think that stopped her? Absolutely no. The filly plunged herself fully into life, seeking every answer she wanted and taking all in that she could. Quickly, seasons passed, and Khepri soon grew to be a young adult, and with that, told her parents that she no longer wanted to travel with them. Her parents, understanding the ways of their daughter, embraced her one last time before seeing her gallop away, to god knows where. And now, she is here, ready for what the world can throw at her. Or so she thinks.Sample:
Body moved slowly towards my home. I had been racing with two wonderful equines, and both had given my soul the refreshment it needed. Red chestnut coat was darkening from sweat, just like all other horses in these lands. The drought was taking a toll on everyone, and of course, I was to be blamed. I didn’t mind, for it was my fault, or from my point of view, my responsibility. But mind was not on that as I traveled slowly. Nah, I was lost completely in my mind, letting my physical being go on auto-pilot. Thoughts were now bent around the subject of illusions.
Yes, the illusions of life. It was complicated, but something that I loved to think about. So many equines think of themselves completely different, and yet, they were one in the same. All the alliances, the Darks and the Lights and all the rest, lived as if separate, but when it came down to it, they are the same, only divided by their hate and anger towards each other. A sigh escaped me. Hate leads to nothing good. I knew that blood would soon be spilt over the land, and the hated would only grow deeper. A never ending cycle, which only the truly wisest understand.
Then, the illusion of death. Many think once the dead are gone, they’re gone. But how can one completely leave the earth when they are still bound to it by the one who still holds their memories. Someone is only truly dead when not one soul on the earth thinks about them, or wonders about them. Life is everywhere, including in the dead. Life and death is an illusion…
Thoughts were instantly interrupted by the sound of another equine. Auto-pilot switches off, and I am on guard, ears pricked and dial raised high. My body had already entered my home, and surprise hits me. I must have been thinking longer than I thought. Towering ahead of me was the beautiful peak I called home. Raised grandly, it stood watching over all life forms in the lands of Avatrai. A small smile formed on my mug. It was good to be home. Orbs lowered a bit from the towering heights of the mountain to its base. Three equines stood right at the bottom, waiting expectantly for someone. I guessed that this someone was me. Quietly, limbs carried me a bit closer, wanting to get a better look. All of their scents were different, yet in some way equal. Lights. Studying all of them carefully, I picked out who they were. The tall stag was Stradivarius, the second in command to the Light Alliance. And the two mares standing on either side of him were Emielle and Amira. You had to be dull to not know what they were here for. All highly respected in the herds, I knew that they had come to ask about the drought.
All their ears pricked at the sound coming from the mountain. Even I did, wondering what it was. But from living on this land for a very long time, ears instantly knew that it was the sound of a rock falling gently, not the sound of hooves. The trio, however, did not know that, and all were waiting excitedly for my presence to appear from the mountain. I tried not to laugh. All they had to do was turn around to see that they were looking in the completely wrong direction. Once again, I walked very carefully closer, until I was but a few yards away from them. Head and tail head proudly, I spoke in a powerful but welcoming voice.
“Sound is but one of many illusions.”