Post by Storeh on Jun 7, 2011 14:40:14 GMT -5
Name: Our Lady of Sorrows
Breed: Cavallo Dell'Isola
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 autumns
Height: 16.4 hh
Build:
Has a narrow, refined head, large eyes, long elegant neck, sloping shoulders, a compact and short body, strong flexible but well-rounded hindquarters, long fine legs, a high head with sensible and refined muscle-tone.
Coat Colour: Strawberry Roan
(Many toned variation coat with sparing flecking but dazzling colors)
Mane Colour: Rich Sorrel w/ White Woven
(Mimics the effects of the chestnut coloration)
Tail Colour: Rich Sorrel w/ White Woven
Eye Colour: Ashen Brown
(Nearly Grey in color)
Markings: Roaning across pelt, blaze down face.
Alliance: Light
History:
Born of nothing refined nor elegant, but of one of the herds who took to the unclaimed wilds, a smaller band filled with a mixing pot of different breeds. Mud-bloods and natives, as well as the once outlanders were rounded together though mostly it stayed pure. A product form one of these strands was the filly, brought up on different ideals as she was passed alongsider her mother, claimed from herd to herd. Finally, she grew tired of that life, though the perfect broodmare she would have been with her build as well as beauty. Instead, she took inland, wandering the passages through the lands of the elementals and the claimed, skirting the lands where she would become possessed by another. She has grown used to this life on the run, though she has been claimed more than once, but never for any extended period of time. She wanders because she refuses to be sold and used as though she is just another trinket for a growing collection. For close to four or five years she has in turn lived this life, an exotic specimen untouched by the trials of a herd life, she lives with the objective of passing. The world is hers alone.
Personality:
Has always dwelled upon the riddle that is revenge, wrapped by those she meets whom is consumed by its path. She is a flame, liking to take to fighting when needed, though she never turns her back on another. She doesn't trust, for trusting is only to them be betrayed once more. She ponders over that which is immortality, wanting to know what it means to never die. More than anything, she seeks to understand what she does not know, feel what she does not wish to know. What is it that they seek from those who cannot speak?
