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Post by [({Listen})] on Mar 15, 2009 20:31:43 GMT -5
Full Name: Madrid
Nickname: Madi (only used be closest friends)
Breed: Andalucian
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Female
Appearance: Madrid is quite stirking. She is a tall, strong mare with long, strong legs, designed with speed and stamina in mind. Her very appearance suggests grace, elegance, and sweeping, extravagant movements. She is strong enough to hold her own in fights with medicore stallions, and she puts up a brave front with stronger ones. She is extremely well muscled and almost masculine; from a distance of even 10 feet she could be easily mistaken for a stallion.
Her pelt is gorgeous; the majority of her glistening hide is the color of molton caramel. At the legs, however, it darkens to a duskier color- that of dark chocolate. Her mane and tail are ligheter than anything else; they're a sort of sandy color, with a bit of grey in them as well. Moving on to her face, her ears are unusaully small and pointed, and her eyes glow amber. Her long forlock tends to split, half going down the right of her face, and half on the left. Finally, a blaze starts about an inch behind her nostrils and twists around her face, so that the end is slightly below her left eye.
Age: Three years.
Personality: Madrid is the classic [female] patriot. Spunky, rebellious, and sure she's right unless she knows she's wrong, she loathes the prospect that slavery should continue. She would fight it to the end of her strength- the ultimate deathmatch. She has just begun to regain her trust of others following her traumatic past [see History]. Having said that, she is also reagaining a strange ability: She has a knack for knowing whether or not someone is trustworthy, and she's nearly always right.
She is intelligent and clever enough to worm her way out of sticky spots and convince others of and to do certain things, but don't expect her to start telling you pi to the 253rd decimal or anything.
History: <early years> Her name is Madrid, and this is her story. Madi was born in a happy land, a place far from Sobibor, where everyone was free. Her parents' happy-face masks, however, hid a seething pit of bitter hate and blood feud.
It was the classic Romeo-and-Juliet story- the two lovers whose parents though each was not good enough for the other. But this time, the ending came with a different tiwst. Nobody died- yet. The two settled into a herd and were soon respected by the others in said herd. The stallion's parents consented to allow them their peace, sighing that he had always been a bit of a rebel, but the mare's father was nowhere near content with the stallion his daughter had picked. His hate festered for many years as he watched them from afar, but he did not act upon it until Madrid was a year and a half old. </early years>
<the apocolypse> Her name is Madrid, and she is one and one-half years old. She lives in a peaceful valley with her mother, father, and the other members of the herd. What she doesn't know is that in six hours, life as she knows it will be destroyed.
It is dusk. Her mother leads her to a small thicket of trees, their sleeping-place. Her mother soothes her to sleep, then waits for Madrid's father to return from a scouting trip along the borders of the herd's territory. She eventually falls asleep as well.
At dawn, she is awakened by rustling in the thicket. It is the lead stallion and his mate. Madrid's father has been found, dead and still bleeding, in a ditch. They brought him back to the main valley to be honored in the traditional ceremonies. The stallion grimly tells her he was killed in a fight, it seems- or murdered. Another horse's scent coveres his body.
Numb, the mare wakes her sleeping foal and follows the lead mare to her mate's body. She takes one whiff of the scent on his pelt, and bolts. It is her father's scent. She doesn't think he will kill her, but she is terrified for Madrid. They flee the valley. </the apocolypse>
<the holocaust> Her name is Madrid, and she is two years old. She and her mother have been traveling for six months. On her second birthday, they unknowingly pass into the lands of Sobibor. They have luckily entered into a nuetral land, but as they sleep, exhausted, they are found by slave traders. Surrounded and bewhildered, they allow themselves to be captured and led to Auction Rock. They are claimed almost instantly- but by different masters. The last glimpse she gets of her mother is the back of her rump as she is led off by a total stranger.
Madrid herself is claimed by a viscious stallion. She fights him all the way to his lands, then she fights anyone who gets to close. In one fell swoop, both her keen fighting skills and her hate of slavery are created.
As one who has been free all her life, she did not follow orders well, if she did at all. She is, consquently, punished. Through trial and error, her master found that she made an excellent breeding toy- and it was especcially pleasing to him, as even if he was 'gentle' she hated it; he had found a punishment much more effective than beating.
So it was for eleven months. It was her own personal holocaust- but finally, she'd had enough. She broke free one night and used the skills she'd developed in her six-month journey with her mother to avoid capture up to the current. </the holocaust>
Picture: none
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Umm, well. She'll be in an anti-slavery herd; does that make her a slave or a master?
Whew! The history took for-ever. Finally done tho.
Nickname: Madi (only used be closest friends)
Breed: Andalucian
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Female
Appearance: Madrid is quite stirking. She is a tall, strong mare with long, strong legs, designed with speed and stamina in mind. Her very appearance suggests grace, elegance, and sweeping, extravagant movements. She is strong enough to hold her own in fights with medicore stallions, and she puts up a brave front with stronger ones. She is extremely well muscled and almost masculine; from a distance of even 10 feet she could be easily mistaken for a stallion.
Her pelt is gorgeous; the majority of her glistening hide is the color of molton caramel. At the legs, however, it darkens to a duskier color- that of dark chocolate. Her mane and tail are ligheter than anything else; they're a sort of sandy color, with a bit of grey in them as well. Moving on to her face, her ears are unusaully small and pointed, and her eyes glow amber. Her long forlock tends to split, half going down the right of her face, and half on the left. Finally, a blaze starts about an inch behind her nostrils and twists around her face, so that the end is slightly below her left eye.
Age: Three years.
Personality: Madrid is the classic [female] patriot. Spunky, rebellious, and sure she's right unless she knows she's wrong, she loathes the prospect that slavery should continue. She would fight it to the end of her strength- the ultimate deathmatch. She has just begun to regain her trust of others following her traumatic past [see History]. Having said that, she is also reagaining a strange ability: She has a knack for knowing whether or not someone is trustworthy, and she's nearly always right.
She is intelligent and clever enough to worm her way out of sticky spots and convince others of and to do certain things, but don't expect her to start telling you pi to the 253rd decimal or anything.
History: <early years> Her name is Madrid, and this is her story. Madi was born in a happy land, a place far from Sobibor, where everyone was free. Her parents' happy-face masks, however, hid a seething pit of bitter hate and blood feud.
It was the classic Romeo-and-Juliet story- the two lovers whose parents though each was not good enough for the other. But this time, the ending came with a different tiwst. Nobody died- yet. The two settled into a herd and were soon respected by the others in said herd. The stallion's parents consented to allow them their peace, sighing that he had always been a bit of a rebel, but the mare's father was nowhere near content with the stallion his daughter had picked. His hate festered for many years as he watched them from afar, but he did not act upon it until Madrid was a year and a half old. </early years>
<the apocolypse> Her name is Madrid, and she is one and one-half years old. She lives in a peaceful valley with her mother, father, and the other members of the herd. What she doesn't know is that in six hours, life as she knows it will be destroyed.
It is dusk. Her mother leads her to a small thicket of trees, their sleeping-place. Her mother soothes her to sleep, then waits for Madrid's father to return from a scouting trip along the borders of the herd's territory. She eventually falls asleep as well.
At dawn, she is awakened by rustling in the thicket. It is the lead stallion and his mate. Madrid's father has been found, dead and still bleeding, in a ditch. They brought him back to the main valley to be honored in the traditional ceremonies. The stallion grimly tells her he was killed in a fight, it seems- or murdered. Another horse's scent coveres his body.
Numb, the mare wakes her sleeping foal and follows the lead mare to her mate's body. She takes one whiff of the scent on his pelt, and bolts. It is her father's scent. She doesn't think he will kill her, but she is terrified for Madrid. They flee the valley. </the apocolypse>
<the holocaust> Her name is Madrid, and she is two years old. She and her mother have been traveling for six months. On her second birthday, they unknowingly pass into the lands of Sobibor. They have luckily entered into a nuetral land, but as they sleep, exhausted, they are found by slave traders. Surrounded and bewhildered, they allow themselves to be captured and led to Auction Rock. They are claimed almost instantly- but by different masters. The last glimpse she gets of her mother is the back of her rump as she is led off by a total stranger.
Madrid herself is claimed by a viscious stallion. She fights him all the way to his lands, then she fights anyone who gets to close. In one fell swoop, both her keen fighting skills and her hate of slavery are created.
As one who has been free all her life, she did not follow orders well, if she did at all. She is, consquently, punished. Through trial and error, her master found that she made an excellent breeding toy- and it was especcially pleasing to him, as even if he was 'gentle' she hated it; he had found a punishment much more effective than beating.
So it was for eleven months. It was her own personal holocaust- but finally, she'd had enough. She broke free one night and used the skills she'd developed in her six-month journey with her mother to avoid capture up to the current. </the holocaust>
Picture: none
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Umm, well. She'll be in an anti-slavery herd; does that make her a slave or a master?
Whew! The history took for-ever. Finally done tho.
