I Wont Take Your Shift

[† Kadaver †]

//ooc: First-time horse role player. I'm usually an all wolf-gal so if I do anything wrong, feel free to give me healthy criticism!\\

Full Name: Restless Kadaver
Nickname: (Stable name)Kadaver, but her friends call her Dav or Daver.
Breed: Arab-Freisian cross. (She has the Arabian dominant trait in size, don't worry about the draft horse overload. -wink-)
Height: 15h
Gender: Vixen
Appearance: Dav stands tall and proud at fifteen hands, however her quarters are the least bit bulky. Almost all legs with her bodice perfectly balancing out her proportions, Kadaver is one hell of a beautiful fae. Her naturally short coat shines with an ebony perplexity that is very difficult for a simple equine to master, even with work. Her short pelt-length makes it difficult for her to hold dust, making blistering summers almost unbearable for her, not to mention the sunlight that her black coat eagerly absorbs. There isn't an ounce of white on her, save for the tips of her long forelock that covers much of her face, including her dark brown eyes, and the natural highlights in her lengthy, silky tassel which are both received traits from her Fresian father.
Age: Four
Personality: Daver holds herself with a pride that cannot be put down by any "master", and she would rather die standing than live on her knees begging for life. She knows how to take a hit, unlike sissy little mares, and doesn't put up with horn-ball brutes without a good bloody fight. She isn't hurt emotionally easily, for she hardly even lets down the barriers she has so tightly up.

Aside from her strong attitude, Dav is actually a very nice and sincere femme. She connects better to younger stallions, is simply amazing with foals, and cannot wait to have some of her own, under her own circumstances of true love before the "fun-time" of course. She has quite the sarcastic tongue and if she thinks of something snappy to say in whatever situation that makes the little mice in her head laugh, she wont hesitate in letting it rip. Kadaver isn't afraid of getting down and dirty and would plunge into a muddy river just for kicks at just about any time.

However, when she is ticked, make way. While wandering and after meeting some arrogant Hessian, she forced her way through an unknown heard, fuming. Each horse, mostly mares, simply looked at the strange loner in shock and let her pass through without a word, dumbfounded. Dav, almost like your typical teenage girl, has her mountain crumbling mood swings, so steer clear.
History: As a foal, her once gentle, black oculars took in every effect that slavery had to offer. Her sire, Death Note, had forcebred her mother, Tamaya, shoving the grey two-year old into pregnancy. He wanted an heir, and Tam's physical traits would have giving him the perfect son his his cold, heartless eyes. After being sent to foal with her sister as a helping hand, Daver's mother gave birth to a tiny, wobbly legged, ebony...filly. Tamaya although extremely young, went full swing into the maternal instinct, throwing her own life as a barrier in front of her newborn. She knew what she had to do to protect her first and only foal's life.

Tamaya was no fool. She knew that her master would quickly take young Daver, making her able to breed once more. He would do this until she birthed his desired son, and Tam wouldn't stand around allowing her pain to be his pleasure any longer. Kadaver's young, free spirit showed her the light. The second Dav was on her soft hooves, the three of them flew in the opposite direction. To freedom. To neutral grounds until the youngster could live on her own without being enslaved, or worse. They traveled together until Dav was a yearling, where they became accustomed to their new way of life. It was cut abruptly short, however, when Death Note's right hand man found stumbled upon the three of them. He was a huge, brutal, ruthless Clydesdale, and they had no escape when he cornered the fleeing trio into a dead-end canyon.

Daver's aunt went first, rushing him head on at an attempt to slide past and save her own life. He grabbed her by the neck, throwing her into the canyon wall to his right. Both legs on her right side were shattered, and an avalanche of boulders ended her quickly, though her final screams seemed to continue long after she was obviously dead, echoing off of the walls of the canyon. Quickly thinking of a plan to save her daughter, Tamaya commanded that they both charge him. Kadaver obeyed without hesitation, to terrified to think for herself. Her mother was snatched, bitten, and kicked multiple times, taking each hit for her daughter. Finally, she instructed her fear-stricken filly to run to the rock, and she swiftly tore off into the horizon.

Finally when she calmed down did she realize she didn't know what the heck her mother was talking about. She's traveled on her own since then, looking for this "rock" she spoke of. Little did Dav know that he mother was going back to the way she previously thought, selling her daughter off to slavery.

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Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-roamer until claimed.

[Lugubrious]

Accepted.

[[Vengeance]]

Just thought I'd say that I really like her =3

[† Kadaver †]

Aww, thank you! I'm having a TON of fun playing her and I've only posted twice. Never played one with that kind of personality.