Senkana - Mare

[ℳissParadox]

Name: Senkana
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse x Thoroughbred x Morgan
Age: Five
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year Seven
Coat Color: Silver Dapple - Black. White sock near side
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: Brown

Personality:
Sen is a driven, focused, eyes on the prize kind of animal. Intelligent and calculating, nothing is done without cause and forethought. She doesn't see herself as a gender or a singular being. She is part of a bigger picture and is what she needs to be to accomplish someone else's goals or desires. She was being groomed despite her gender to be part of this generations guards. They along with their royalty had to think and give orders not just take them. Because of that she was beginning to learn how to think for herself. Yet everything in her aches to now be alone without cause or reason, she needs direction, orders and rules. Not a free spirit.

History:
She was born into a cult, a focused closed off society. Generations before she had even been born this cult had been started by focused soldiers. Over time they had cemented in a program for living, for remaining safe and hidden. Passing on their knowledge to each generation they had created a race vastly different to your average equine. When once foals had to be moulded carefully, trained and tempered with, they know were born already with the characteristics desired in a member. Fewer and fewer horses had to be culled and the band grew, grew in size, strength and arrogance. They moved as one, thought as one and acted as one. They were and always would be apart of this.

Born as a twin she knew without a doubt that she had to stand first, she was weaker, smaller, second. Yet she stood first, her twin scrambled soon after, wobbled and almost fell. The soldiers who had stood by waiting to kill off the one who fell or did not rise ambled off without a word. Failure had been long ago forgotten, failure from a third generation and up foal spoke to bad genes and must be removed. Sen did not speak till she was two, did not ask a question till she was five, killed at three and has never thought for herself. She has always been the stronger sister, whilst her sister was light in colour and spirit Sen was dark.

Emotions were not understood and often went ignored or tolerated as one would a physical ailment without a cure. Yet she knew without knowing how, that she hated her sister more than it was possible to. However she was tied to her weaker part, one could not live without the other. It caused her physical pain to deny her very being, it went against all that she knew to leave, to think for herself. Yet when her sister walked away Sen followed. For the first time she was in her sisters shadow.

[Whipster]

Accepted!