Post by camillypie on Oct 15, 2013 16:54:37 GMT -7
Name: Hera
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Mare.
Height: 16 hh
Age: 5 Years
Color: Chestnut
Mane & Tail: Chestnut
Eyes: Dark brown
Arrived in MUSTANG: Summer, Seven
History: Everyone’s life has a little bit of turmoil, doesn’t it? Or that’s what they say at least. For Hera, life seemed to go along completely free of turmoil; she was raised by two loving parents and spent her time within a small herd of pleasant horses. To her, it seemed that bad things couldn’t exist in this world, how could one be completely full of darkness? No one’s heart is that barren. And just like everyone else’s dreams in life, Hera’s view of how the world was dissipated right before her very eyes. During her third year of life the winter had been quite harsh and there was no shelter to be found from the rain and snow, their numbers were dwindling drastically as each day passed by. On top of there being no shelter to protect them from the elements, there was also no food to sustain them…blades of grass were harder to find in the deep snow, plants had withered away to nothing, and hunger pains had set in the bellies of predators and they began to take out younger members of the herd. Days were spent fleeing from hungry animals, and nights were spent huddled together mourning the loss of their loved ones. The night that would haunt Hera for the rest of her life came shortly after her father, the newly appointed head of the few horses left, had chased down a lone member of the feline family (Hera couldn’t figure which ones were which at this point) and had sustained some injury. His health seemed to be on a downward slope and that was when the dark beast made his presence known, a great black mass of muscle emerged from the darkness of the trees, his eyes unseen for they were as black as his pelt. Hera, her mother, and the rest of the mares huddled together in fear as this thing made his way around them. In order to protect his family, Hera’s father placed himself between the mares and this wicked giant, the mammoth of a horse just snorted in disgust as though he had been offended, he collected himself and struck out his massive front hooves and the fight began. The mares bellowed in fear as their leader attempted to battle off this demon, and were made to watch as he began to fail; the dreadful beast gave the final strike that ended Hera’s father’s life. The sound that was emitted from the victor was the equine equivalent of a lion’s roar; he had one them all and now the poor mares were obliged to obey this horrid creature. The rest of the year was spent in fear for Hera and the rest of the mares, Hera watched her mother wither away to nothing and pass difficultly to the other side. Hera was the only one who had been able to escape him, and now she wanders in search of a new place to call home, a new hope.
Personality: Hera could be considered a bit of a cynic, her view of the world has rotted. She has an odd way about her, she seems as though she would be timid, yet there is a rage that seems to build inside her when the equines borne of pure hatred come around. Her tongue is sharp and cutting, but her heart, though broken, is light. Hera has a great amount of spirit, always ready to fight for what she believes in. Hera is usually skeptical of everything and everyone; she has been a loner for quite some time. Hera is a soft hearted mare and believes that there is still good souls out there and is wandering in search of them. Upon meeting, Hera might not seem all that she is. Mentally, Hera is a bit distraught, night terrors and flashbacks are a constant issue, sometimes she can be heard talking to herself about having left the other mares to deal with the wrath of that unnamed gargantuan. She is a self-loathing equine who longs to find the good in the rest of the world.
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Mare.
Height: 16 hh
Age: 5 Years
Color: Chestnut
Mane & Tail: Chestnut
Eyes: Dark brown
Arrived in MUSTANG: Summer, Seven
History: Everyone’s life has a little bit of turmoil, doesn’t it? Or that’s what they say at least. For Hera, life seemed to go along completely free of turmoil; she was raised by two loving parents and spent her time within a small herd of pleasant horses. To her, it seemed that bad things couldn’t exist in this world, how could one be completely full of darkness? No one’s heart is that barren. And just like everyone else’s dreams in life, Hera’s view of how the world was dissipated right before her very eyes. During her third year of life the winter had been quite harsh and there was no shelter to be found from the rain and snow, their numbers were dwindling drastically as each day passed by. On top of there being no shelter to protect them from the elements, there was also no food to sustain them…blades of grass were harder to find in the deep snow, plants had withered away to nothing, and hunger pains had set in the bellies of predators and they began to take out younger members of the herd. Days were spent fleeing from hungry animals, and nights were spent huddled together mourning the loss of their loved ones. The night that would haunt Hera for the rest of her life came shortly after her father, the newly appointed head of the few horses left, had chased down a lone member of the feline family (Hera couldn’t figure which ones were which at this point) and had sustained some injury. His health seemed to be on a downward slope and that was when the dark beast made his presence known, a great black mass of muscle emerged from the darkness of the trees, his eyes unseen for they were as black as his pelt. Hera, her mother, and the rest of the mares huddled together in fear as this thing made his way around them. In order to protect his family, Hera’s father placed himself between the mares and this wicked giant, the mammoth of a horse just snorted in disgust as though he had been offended, he collected himself and struck out his massive front hooves and the fight began. The mares bellowed in fear as their leader attempted to battle off this demon, and were made to watch as he began to fail; the dreadful beast gave the final strike that ended Hera’s father’s life. The sound that was emitted from the victor was the equine equivalent of a lion’s roar; he had one them all and now the poor mares were obliged to obey this horrid creature. The rest of the year was spent in fear for Hera and the rest of the mares, Hera watched her mother wither away to nothing and pass difficultly to the other side. Hera was the only one who had been able to escape him, and now she wanders in search of a new place to call home, a new hope.
Personality: Hera could be considered a bit of a cynic, her view of the world has rotted. She has an odd way about her, she seems as though she would be timid, yet there is a rage that seems to build inside her when the equines borne of pure hatred come around. Her tongue is sharp and cutting, but her heart, though broken, is light. Hera has a great amount of spirit, always ready to fight for what she believes in. Hera is usually skeptical of everything and everyone; she has been a loner for quite some time. Hera is a soft hearted mare and believes that there is still good souls out there and is wandering in search of them. Upon meeting, Hera might not seem all that she is. Mentally, Hera is a bit distraught, night terrors and flashbacks are a constant issue, sometimes she can be heard talking to herself about having left the other mares to deal with the wrath of that unnamed gargantuan. She is a self-loathing equine who longs to find the good in the rest of the world.
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