Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 14:23:32 GMT -7
Name:
Sayuri
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Paint .x. Quarterhorse .x. Mustang
Genetics: Optional
Age:
4 Years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year Eight
Coat Color:
Bay tobiano paint.
Height: 15.3 hh
Eye Color: Green
Personality:
Sayuri is a sweet and rather tender creature. Her heart has yet to feel any attraction to another though she has great capacity to love others, just no one as a partner in life at this point. She’s sensitive to a point, after all, you can only make a girl cry so long before she finally, snaps right? She’s got a temper to her hidden somewhere beneath all the soft, tenderness of herself. She’s still a bit more filly than mare, often breaking into random bouts of bucking and playful rearing and running, and trying to get those around her, no matter their age, to join in her games. However, she’s also self-centered and she’ll listen to others as they speak but will someway or another always find a way to bring the topic of discussion around to herself, though this only shows when she feels that there isn’t enough attention already on her. She loves to spend time frolicking like any filly would love to and she enjoys being by the beach, but she rather dislikes forests and cliffs, as well as snakes.
History:
Sayuri was born to a mare and stallion that traveled, a little nomadic family so to say, and it was this way for years, until the incident. A snake bit her father, and within days the stallion had given his final breath. Her mother led Sayuri, now of two years, away heading back to the herd lands where she knew her own family resided. On the way however they were stopped by an angry stag, one looking for mares to replace the foolish ones that had escaped him…and Sayuri’s mother reminded him of one of his mares. As hard as her mother fought, she just wasn’t able to get away, Sayuri however, ran for her life, and didn’t look back…not entirely because she didn’t want to, but because her view was too blurred by tears to even attempt. Since then she’s been traveling, the only thing she's known to do, but in hopes of finding a place in which to settle down.