RIP-Mare

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Name: RIP [Rest In Pieces]
Gender: Mare
Breed: Clydesdale
Age: 6 years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 8
Coat Color: Black
Markings: Blaze, Two white socks on hinds
Mane/Tail: Black
Height: 18hh
Eye Color: Emerald Green

Personality:

RIP, despite her size is as gentle a giant as they come. She is the epitome of sweetness. Shy and meek when first met, she maintains distance, afraid to let people close to her because she believes that she is cursed and any who come near will die because of her caring. RIP isn’t one for harsh words, she won’t scream and shout unless it is a pain of hurt on her part. The mare is gentle to all. Darks, Lights, Neutrals, Unallianced, to her they are all just horses. A title doesn’t define a horse, their personality defines them. Her want to have a life with no pain is her top priority.

Having thoughts of love with this “little” lady would be nice. Unfortunately, RIP is extremely guarded and any who try to get that close to her, they better prepare to fight her demons and doubts. Her mind a trap box that tries to avoid all feelings of love. This femme is also haunted with “nightmares” and day “visions” of her lover and foal, often she sees them in the surrounding areas in which she is either traveling or staying in. She will sometimes break down crying, but tries to avoid doing it around others. She wakes up after dreaming more times than not with tear stains on her cheeks. The vixen is damaged and wants friends and others to hold close but is afraid to do so.

History:

RIP as she has been come to be known was an orphan taken in by a Friesian herd. Her early life as a foal was spent lounging in the shade and going for nightly strolls. Her only knowledge of who she had come from came from rumors of mares who were friends of her nurse mother. She knew she was different and the way most of the herd looked at her confirmed her thoughts. Mentally, RIP matured faster than others her age. At one year of age, she met a colt who seemed different from the others. Whether he was sane or not, she wasn’t sure but the two bounded and over the following year they became increasingly more intimate and close. The elder Friesians didn’t like this so much. They had the parents of the two try and distance each other. But it didn’t work.

At her second year, RIP and Honoo[The colt] had planned a life beyond their herd. But about half way through she found more and more hostility towards her from others. Unbeknown to her, Honoo had also started feeling other things. A mare named Jennifer had been introduced and his affections were shifting. But he still loved RIP. However, the elders threatened to kill RIP and to save her from that fate, he broke her heart. About the start of her third year, Jennifer gave birth, and the foal was undeniably Honoo’s. RIP was crushed and upon some harsh words, the male chased RIP away with hostility. Seeing no reason to stay RIP left. No one but her nurse mother felt the sorrow a courteous creature would.

RIP was haunted for half a year by the heartbreak. However a few months after she met another young colt. They were both Clydesdale and they obviously had chemistry together. For a year and a half the two traveled together, twitter-paited as ever and more in love than anyone would ever know. It was shortly after she turned five, her love and she tried for a foal. Tragedy struck. During one of their travels, RIP’s lover was rather careless while traveling along a slope. One misstep was all it took and her lover fell down the slope. His cry loud as it echoed through the canyon. RIP slid down the slope to him, arriving to find the stallion crushed under several heavy rocks. He was still alive and RIP with all her strength removed the rocks. She laid with him until his last breath. Her cries of sorrow and pain echoed throughout to mingle with his screams that seemed to still be there. She eventually after a few days buried his corpse under the rocks once more and moved on.

RIP didn’t eat for two weeks after her lover’s depart. Her mind clouded with killing herself to be with him. Her form heavy with a foal but ribs and bone showed. She finally caved remembering her child that was his. Her eagerness coming back despite her shattered, dust heart. But it was too late. RIP’s decision ultimately cost her foal’s life. She was nearly too weak to give birth and upon seeing the foal on the ground, she knew the creature didn’t have long. She brought the creature to the place where its father died and sure enough the little one fell asleep and never woke. She cried once more. Blaming herself for both their deaths. She buried her dead foal beside his father and lamented their deaths for two weeks, not moving away for those weeks and only eating to stay alive.

A month later, she roamed Mustang, haunted by dreams and images of what she could have had. RIP’s heart is nothing more than a pile of dust trapped in a box made of titanium that has been iced over and wrapped in chains and barbed wire. She hopes to start anew and let her old life Rest In Pieces.

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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9-10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: Have a DA Group, umm…maybe allow other eye colors within reason…I know there is a character I can’t make due to it being fantasy… Maybe add it to the store as a high priced item, but I was thinking Cannibalism due to a disease.
Where did you find us?: From WE
What would you like to be called?: Zombie or ZR

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