Post by Electrum on Feb 20, 2007 1:47:52 GMT
Name: Sesen
Age: Four
Gender: Mare
Herd: Hamunaptra
Breed: Barb
Appearance:
The stinging sand is the same color as she. In the light she has what appears to be golden dapples on her light tan body. Her ears and legs are dark as the night sky. Ebony, also, are her mane and tail. Her eyes are dark brown. She's around 15 hh, but she's fast as the driving wind.
Personality:
She has one of the sharpest tongues your likely to come across, and if she isn't using it, you're lucky. She's not shy, but she doesn't go out of her way to talk to those who she doesn't feel the need to chat with. Though she is quick to judge, she is always brave, almost stupdly brave. Sesen takes any threats thrown at her, and turns them into challenges. Although you might find her to be a bit snappy, she always enjoys a race. Quite possibly because as of lately she's almost always won. Luck can change, though. Speaking of luck, Sesen seems to have lost hers a long time ago, or she just never had any. The mare often gets herself into more trouble than she can handle, but is to stubborn to back out. She can be kind, but it all depends on who she's talking to. Her generosity comes and goes, as does her common sense.
History:
As a foal she was held as an idol for her swift racing, but it all else she was shunned, and cast aside. The only other thing she had going for her was looks. She'd been one of the most beautiful foals born to her old herd, but that hurt her more than it helped her. She'd been a troublemaker and had almost gotten herself kicked out of the herd after living there for only a year. That isn't to say that she didn't finally get exiled to find herself a home two years early.
When Sesen had been forced out of her family, her mother did nothing to stop them from kicking dirt at her. It was at this moment her heart turned from kind to ice. She'd realized she'd been hurt by loving, and therefore she would not let love hurt her again. To do so, the tawny mare hid out away from all other horses, but one day she was caught. Unluckily it was by a horrible stallion. At the time it couldn't have been worse, but now that she was older it would've have rined her life.
When she'd met that stallion nothing changed, he only fueled her fire with his taunts and tricks. Sesen might've been stuck doing his dirty work, mostly consisting of spying on other herds, forever, but one night there was an out of control sandstorm. The sand whipped at her skin as she had escaped, but it had stopped Revun, the stallion, from following her. She'd been about 3 by then, and she still was as lost as ever.
Sesen didn't like to think about what would've happened if that storm wouldn't have occured, but she wouldn't call it luck. All traces of the last herd she'd been following had been wiped from existence. She only occaisinally heard a stray whinny or call. All she did was walk, in a straight line for days, then months. Finally, she'd come across an oasis, sort of. Horses were there, at first she saw only a few, but then there were more. As if right on cue, for she was now four, she'd found what might become her home.
Sample:
Flints passed in and out of the sand as she walked. Her head high, forming a golden arch with her neck, bobbed slightly as Sesen continued through the night. All around her life stirred, but no creature, large or small, even peaked out of their homes as she passed. The wind tugged at her tassels, and her tail whipped harshly against her side. At this her stilts ceased all motion. She studied the sky for a long moment before returning to her never ending walk. All behind she would never turn back to, but before her was nothing, only another sand dune.
Silence was not a word to describe the desert at night, but in the day it certainly was. It also could be called your worst enemy. Sesen knew that if you spent to much time alone in such a desolate place as this you could lose your sense, maybe start talking to yourself. In any case, at least the cool nights let you know there were more than just yourself out there, even if those others shied form you. On the breeze, sometimes Sesen thought she could hear voices, but it was mostly only the whispers of the wind.
Her honey hued body was a shadow in the night as she advanced on powerfully carved legs. The desire to be lost within its darkness forever was one she'd been fighting for two years. As of yet, Sesen has not done so. Her every step seemed to be vexed at an unknown cause, yet her face was composed. Lithe, though, she was, there was an aura of self-confidence unmatched by any she'd met along the way here. Wether that was good or bad, Sesen wouldn't know until she relied on it. Then, and only then, would she truly know if she'd come all this way for nothing.
Age: Four
Gender: Mare
Herd: Hamunaptra
Breed: Barb
Appearance:
The stinging sand is the same color as she. In the light she has what appears to be golden dapples on her light tan body. Her ears and legs are dark as the night sky. Ebony, also, are her mane and tail. Her eyes are dark brown. She's around 15 hh, but she's fast as the driving wind.
Personality:
She has one of the sharpest tongues your likely to come across, and if she isn't using it, you're lucky. She's not shy, but she doesn't go out of her way to talk to those who she doesn't feel the need to chat with. Though she is quick to judge, she is always brave, almost stupdly brave. Sesen takes any threats thrown at her, and turns them into challenges. Although you might find her to be a bit snappy, she always enjoys a race. Quite possibly because as of lately she's almost always won. Luck can change, though. Speaking of luck, Sesen seems to have lost hers a long time ago, or she just never had any. The mare often gets herself into more trouble than she can handle, but is to stubborn to back out. She can be kind, but it all depends on who she's talking to. Her generosity comes and goes, as does her common sense.
History:
As a foal she was held as an idol for her swift racing, but it all else she was shunned, and cast aside. The only other thing she had going for her was looks. She'd been one of the most beautiful foals born to her old herd, but that hurt her more than it helped her. She'd been a troublemaker and had almost gotten herself kicked out of the herd after living there for only a year. That isn't to say that she didn't finally get exiled to find herself a home two years early.
When Sesen had been forced out of her family, her mother did nothing to stop them from kicking dirt at her. It was at this moment her heart turned from kind to ice. She'd realized she'd been hurt by loving, and therefore she would not let love hurt her again. To do so, the tawny mare hid out away from all other horses, but one day she was caught. Unluckily it was by a horrible stallion. At the time it couldn't have been worse, but now that she was older it would've have rined her life.
When she'd met that stallion nothing changed, he only fueled her fire with his taunts and tricks. Sesen might've been stuck doing his dirty work, mostly consisting of spying on other herds, forever, but one night there was an out of control sandstorm. The sand whipped at her skin as she had escaped, but it had stopped Revun, the stallion, from following her. She'd been about 3 by then, and she still was as lost as ever.
Sesen didn't like to think about what would've happened if that storm wouldn't have occured, but she wouldn't call it luck. All traces of the last herd she'd been following had been wiped from existence. She only occaisinally heard a stray whinny or call. All she did was walk, in a straight line for days, then months. Finally, she'd come across an oasis, sort of. Horses were there, at first she saw only a few, but then there were more. As if right on cue, for she was now four, she'd found what might become her home.
Sample:
Flints passed in and out of the sand as she walked. Her head high, forming a golden arch with her neck, bobbed slightly as Sesen continued through the night. All around her life stirred, but no creature, large or small, even peaked out of their homes as she passed. The wind tugged at her tassels, and her tail whipped harshly against her side. At this her stilts ceased all motion. She studied the sky for a long moment before returning to her never ending walk. All behind she would never turn back to, but before her was nothing, only another sand dune.
Silence was not a word to describe the desert at night, but in the day it certainly was. It also could be called your worst enemy. Sesen knew that if you spent to much time alone in such a desolate place as this you could lose your sense, maybe start talking to yourself. In any case, at least the cool nights let you know there were more than just yourself out there, even if those others shied form you. On the breeze, sometimes Sesen thought she could hear voices, but it was mostly only the whispers of the wind.
Her honey hued body was a shadow in the night as she advanced on powerfully carved legs. The desire to be lost within its darkness forever was one she'd been fighting for two years. As of yet, Sesen has not done so. Her every step seemed to be vexed at an unknown cause, yet her face was composed. Lithe, though, she was, there was an aura of self-confidence unmatched by any she'd met along the way here. Wether that was good or bad, Sesen wouldn't know until she relied on it. Then, and only then, would she truly know if she'd come all this way for nothing.