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Post by [.Rosslin.] on Mar 3, 2011 15:23:27 GMT -5
Name: Somnium (Commonly called ‘Somnus’).
Breed: American Paint Horse.
Gender: Mare.
Age: Around 5 years.
Height: 15.3 hh.
Coat Colour: Grulla frame overo; genotype is EE/aa/Dd/nO.
Mane Colour: Dark brown, almost black.
Tail Colour: Dark brown, almost black.
Eye Colour: A strong, icy blue.
Markings: Bald face, stockings on forelegs, frame overo markings on both sides, dorsal stripe and dark points.
Image: [ Link ] - Not for public use.
Alliance: Neutral.
History:
Personality: Somnus is a shy, secluded sort of animus; she prefers the company of just one or two other horses, or better yet, to be by herself. From a very young age she contracted a rare condition of the blood which causes her body to maintain dangerously high levels of toxic metals (which can build up in the brain), but after her first year she managed to recover and now functions almost normally. Still, the poison does play a role in the way she thinks, and oftentimes she can be seen in an almost dreamlike state when she is fully awake. But underneath that reclusive exterior, Somnus can be quite compassionate and ardent towards the ones she cares for.
Breed: American Paint Horse.
Gender: Mare.
Age: Around 5 years.
Height: 15.3 hh.
Coat Colour: Grulla frame overo; genotype is EE/aa/Dd/nO.
Mane Colour: Dark brown, almost black.
Tail Colour: Dark brown, almost black.
Eye Colour: A strong, icy blue.
Markings: Bald face, stockings on forelegs, frame overo markings on both sides, dorsal stripe and dark points.
Image: [ Link ] - Not for public use.
Alliance: Neutral.
History:
Dreams are truly curious things. Some can be beautiful visions of heavenly places, many are simply a confusing afterthought, and others can bring your worst terrors to life. These apparitions have puzzled and fascinated many generations with their strange ways, and in turn have brought about many questions along the years; can they hint at some hidden emotions? Can they help you see the truth in your problems? Can they foretell events to come?
But questions without answers are just that: questions. And unfortunately most creatures are not any closer to finding those answers then they were so many years ago. Somnus, however, may be an exception.
Ever since her days as a young foal, this striking femme has been classified as ‘different.’ She slept an unusually large amount, didn’t have much interest in playing with the other horses her age, and would often simply not respond when directly spoken to. It was dismissed as some sort of mental illness, and before long even her own parents began to shun her presence. Yes, she could see them. And yes, she knew they were talking to her. But for the first year of her life she usually didn’t seem to hear their words; it was as if she were drifting in and out of a foggy trance. Vague images and emotions flitted across her mind at all hours; not only when she was asleep. Her progression got worse and worse over time, until finally, she was almost constantly somnolent and the herd left her behind.
Her first day alone proved to be one of the most dangerous situations she ever found herself in. Waking in the middle of the night, she nervously flicked her ears around as she could just barely hear the sounds of footsteps nearing her. A yearling now, Somnus was nearly the size of a mature horse, but her skinny frame was still far from muscular. She was still in her usual haze, and the wolf was upon her before she could react. The cruel sickle-shaped claws of the beast tore into her hide, spilling blood across the plain. Luckily, this wolf was a fool; even though she was clearly young and inexperienced, she wasn’t physically depleted and she bucked the single brute off with relative ease; everything happened so quickly, it seemed like only seconds passed before she was laying on the ground, feeling her warm, crimson blood pulse out of the gash in her back into a puddle around her. Her head throbbed with the pain of losing so much blood, but as the slow minutes ticked by, she noticed the weight on her conscious lifting. Her legs trembled, and her body shook with adrenaline, but she could certainly tell that something big was happening to her. Her glistening blue eyes blinked hard, and gradually a clear image of her surrounding came into view. Somnus could hear the wind rustling through the grass, feel it’s cold bit on her injured hide, and she could see the moon above shining like a mirror in the sky.
The blood. It was my own blood.
Somnus recovered from the wounds in time, and while the toxic metal poisoning never fully went away, her condition did improve as the metal’s quantities in her body decreased. The haze over her mind is much less, and while she still doesn’t function in a social environment like a normal horse would, she can recognize and speak to those around her. Her strange dreams never faded, however; it seems as if they are here to stay.
Personality: Somnus is a shy, secluded sort of animus; she prefers the company of just one or two other horses, or better yet, to be by herself. From a very young age she contracted a rare condition of the blood which causes her body to maintain dangerously high levels of toxic metals (which can build up in the brain), but after her first year she managed to recover and now functions almost normally. Still, the poison does play a role in the way she thinks, and oftentimes she can be seen in an almost dreamlike state when she is fully awake. But underneath that reclusive exterior, Somnus can be quite compassionate and ardent towards the ones she cares for.
