Post by Dyzz on Apr 16, 2009 10:43:33 GMT -5
Welcome to Sobibor, Miss…
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Excuse me, M’dear, but what are you titled?
My mother named me Secondhand Serenade
That’s pretty, what are you named after?
They are a Rock/Pop Band… They sing some pretty nice songs I hear.
Ahh, I see, and how do you pronounce your name?
sek-uh nd-hand ser-uh-neyd
What is Serenade deprived from?
It was taken from the Italian word, Serenata, and means to play music in the open air, at night.
Do you have preferred nickname, or something of that sort?
I’ve been called Serenade since the day I was born
Day you were born hmm, and how old are you
Just under 4 years, you know…
Happy Early Birthday, I suppose, and what is your gender… oh…
Umm, ya… I’m sure you can already tell, But I’ll answer anyways. I’m a fae. Thankyou…
I apologize, but carry on, what was your mother’s breed?
Rocky Mountain Horse
And your father?
Rocky Mountain Horse
So what is your exact blood status?:
I am 100% Rocky Mountain Horse
Your height is… a little on the short side, yes?
Yes… I am 14.2 hands
And could you describe your pelt coloring?
Of course. My pelt is a chocolate color, as was my mothers.
And your tassles?
My mane? It is silver, like a chocolate flax, as well, and hangs to my knees in straight threads.
What of your banner?
My, uh, tail? It is also silver, and hangs straight down to the ground, there it pools over the grass for a few more inches.
Do you have any markings, sweets?
I am happy to declare, that no, I do not.
What color are your eyes?
My eyes are a stormy blue, my father was a pinto, and it was the only part of his looks that I inherited.
Your hoof coloring?
Well, my hooves are a dull grey.
Your overall Description please?
I stand at 14.2 hands, and hold the color of a chocolate Flax. My eyes are a unique stormy blue. My hooves are dull grey, but appear almost a white next to my coat. My mane and tail are long, and more of a wave then straight.
How would you describe yourself?
I'm considered to be shy, and relatively calm. I can be wise, and prefer to think things threw. I'm more intuned to my feelings, and I listen to my heart more then anything. i am a strong believer in fate, and am more then willing to put trust into my heart. I prefer to find the good things in life, then settle in the bad. But I also refuse to turn a blind eye towards evil. I'm well spoken, and serene. And I have vertually no temper. My patience, isn't limitless, but it is quite wide. I'm protective of my friends, and loved ones. U'm strong, I'm independent, but I love the feeling of being needed. I'm not evil, but nor am I an angel.
That is a little General, How about your likes first?
I love foals, as well as the sound of birds singing to welcome the sun. I love sunrises, because of what they can mean, and appreciate the kindness that you can see in a mothers eyes. I love the smell of the earth right after a refreshing rain fall. And I love the smell of Lavenders, and cherry blossoms.
Much Better, What of your dislikes?
I hate loud noices, and blaring lights. I dislike humans. And I hate evil. I hate anger that many are keen to show, and I find myself not appreciating stallions often, many of them are just so egotistical, and only think of themselves. And I hate being a slave!
What are you afraid of, for surely their must be something.
I'm terrified of a lot of things. To find the person I want, only to see they don't want me. To never fit in. For war to overcome us all, till were just broken equines living life in fear... I fear alot of things, But I suppose my greatest fear is, that evil will overcome the world, and we won't be able to stop it, because of to much evil already in our hearts would make us turn a blind eye to it.
Very Insiteful, now I forgot to ask, but your allience, if you could?
I unfortunately am nothing more then a slave...
What is of your history? Do you have a horror story, or is it a happy ending?
My story, I suppose, is a tragedy. It starts out in a land far from here... Called Balinor... (((OOC: Disclaimer: I don't own Balinor, or similar characters from the books--- And she doesn't have a mythical background, I just use Balinor as the place, and a few characters to help her history!)))
BIC:
I was born in a land called Balinor. My mother and father where titled Chocolate Delight-My mother-and Forever Painted-My Father. We lived happily in our small herd. Not very many of us. Humans kept away, and we where given peace from others. We where a very solitary group of equines really. We kept to ourself, and preferred to be left alone.
When I was 4 months, the first disaster hit. A foal went missing. She had been one of my playmates, and closest friends. Her mother was my mom’s close friend as well. After that, we–the rest of the foals—were kept a closer eye on. I remember thinking nothing could go wrong. That my mother, father, and I would be safe, and together.
My father was careful, keeping near my mother and I at all times. But after 2 more months, another foal had gone missing, as well as it’s mother this time. My father became more concerded then, and my mother and I grew more fearful.
I was barely a year when it finally happened. My mother and I where standing near my father when they attacked. It was a bunch of rogue horses, and wolves, and I had been fearful, still a young foal. My mother and I were herded away from my father by them, as my father attacked.
I remember watching with scared blue eyes as they stabbed a hole in between my father’s eyes with a hoof. My mother had cried out, then one of the younger ones walked towards us, and forced my head up. My eyes were wide and scared as the brute leered at me and my mother. They’ll do for slaves. This little one will be quiet a beauty when she is older. He said with a dark look.
My mother snarled, and ran to him, “No! leave my daughter alone!” She shouted. I cried in horror as the stallion knocked my mother down, then dragged his dagger threw her heart. It was then that I took off.
I knew I had to get away, but still being just a young foal, I was caught again, and the stallion bit me painfully. I was forced to the lands of the slaves, and was soon was bought buy a old, scary stallion. I had sighed away from him. I hid, and tried to avoid him when ever I could.
I was forced to be a slave to that monster till I was 3 years and 6 months old. Then, 2 months ago, he luckily died. I've been forced to the Slave Auction Rock, and have been there sence, waiting-and hoping not to get a new owner-for someone to buy me.
Anything else you wish to share?
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