Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 0:33:28 GMT -7
Name:
Theophilia "Loved By God"
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Mustang x Paint
Genetics:
EE/aa/Dd/nT
Age:
Four Years Old
Arrived in MUSTANG:
Summer, Year Nine
Coat Color:
Grulla Tobiano
---- Minimal tobiano
-- Has a heart shape on her right side
---- Socks on front legs
-- Leg bars, shoulder bars, dark face
---- A little white on her hind, right flank and on her hind right fetlock
Height:
15.1 hands high
Eye Color:
Light Blue
Personality:
Some would say this pretty doll was kissed by the God of Love himself; Eros. She's completely sweet and mostly innocent. I say mostly because she's attracted to the darker side of people. Her so-so innocence craves the darkness one might carry, but she can never bring herself to be that dark character. Theo does stand up for herself if faced with a conflict and will let you know when she's upset. This girl looks to please others and tries to bring peace between two people fighting. She carries a lot of guilt on her shoulders and that forces her to stand quietly to the side in large groups of horses. It also makes her stand-off-ish with details of her past. She trusts easily, falls quickly, and holds guilt like it was the last string holding her life together.
History:
Theophilia was born an outcast and instantly abandoned. Her mother had given birth to her about 100 yards away from a band of five mares, two yearling stud colts, three foals, and their lead stallion. She was found by the lead stud and was nearly killed before one of the mares claimed her. The mare already had a foal, but said she'd take on little Theo like one of her own. It was quick to everyone's attention that she was a burden on the mare and as soon as she reached of weaning age, Theo was kicked from the milk and forced to eat the grass, leaves, and even the bark off trees in winter. She was still the outcast in the herd; always feeling off and not welcomed to the band. She kept to herself and watched the other foals play happily with the yearling boys and the mares frolic with their lead brute. It bothered her a little bit, but she passed it off most of the time.
When she turned one, Theophilia had gone from a dark grulla filly to a smokey grulla. Her mane and tail were as dark as the night sky, and her pelt lightening up. She was still an outcast in the herd, but through all the steals that were made against the herd, no one bothered to claim her. Again, it didn't bother her a while lot. One of the two year old studs had taken an interest in her, but he was quickly kicked from the herd for showing too much interest. One of the fillies her age talked to her every so often to make sure she was alright, but there was no friendship there. She couldn't seek a friendship that would only be torn apart by some stallion wanting young blood in his herd. She was a lonely pony indeed.
At the age of two, the grulla mare had filled out just a tad more and her coat was a nice grulla color with more prominent leg bars and shoulder bars showing. It was then that she was finally noticed by the lead stallion and he had taken an interest in her, but she didn't like him like that. She refused his courtships and pretty words tossed her way. She wasn't rude about it, just politely refusing to breed with someone who had ignored her existence for two years. As spring turned into summer, Theo said her good-byes to everyone and set off on her own, knowing full well the band stallion would follow. And he did; for three months. He lurked in the shadows to make sure she was alright and not in any danger. Whatever made him leave was something she didn't understand, but knowing he was gone was a relief. She could carry on with her new life and make friends with random little animals and raise herself up more to become a lady.
Thoughts of her birth mother lingered, though, and they often drove her nuts. She felt guilty for being born, for making her mother carry her for eleven months and four days. She felt guilty for making her mother choose to abandon her - even if none of it was in her control. Putting the weight on herself just seemed easier than trying to find, and failing horribly, to blame someone else. Theophilia didn't even know her mother, let alone father. She doesn't know what happened between the two, nor did she want to know. For all Theo knows, she could be a foal of rape and abuse. No one knew the answers and no one ever will. It was the hard truth an abandoned foal learned to grow up with pretty darn fast.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?:
9/10 lol jk! 10/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:
Well, y'all took my suggestion and went light!
I love it!
Where did you find us?:
Pfft, been here before! Memory brought me here. (Even though it took me like a billion tries to get the link right.)
What would you like to be called?:
Splashs
Theophilia "Loved By God"
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Mustang x Paint
Genetics:
EE/aa/Dd/nT
Age:
Four Years Old
Arrived in MUSTANG:
Summer, Year Nine
Coat Color:
Grulla Tobiano
---- Minimal tobiano
-- Has a heart shape on her right side
---- Socks on front legs
-- Leg bars, shoulder bars, dark face
---- A little white on her hind, right flank and on her hind right fetlock
Height:
15.1 hands high
Eye Color:
Light Blue
Personality:
Some would say this pretty doll was kissed by the God of Love himself; Eros. She's completely sweet and mostly innocent. I say mostly because she's attracted to the darker side of people. Her so-so innocence craves the darkness one might carry, but she can never bring herself to be that dark character. Theo does stand up for herself if faced with a conflict and will let you know when she's upset. This girl looks to please others and tries to bring peace between two people fighting. She carries a lot of guilt on her shoulders and that forces her to stand quietly to the side in large groups of horses. It also makes her stand-off-ish with details of her past. She trusts easily, falls quickly, and holds guilt like it was the last string holding her life together.
History:
Theophilia was born an outcast and instantly abandoned. Her mother had given birth to her about 100 yards away from a band of five mares, two yearling stud colts, three foals, and their lead stallion. She was found by the lead stud and was nearly killed before one of the mares claimed her. The mare already had a foal, but said she'd take on little Theo like one of her own. It was quick to everyone's attention that she was a burden on the mare and as soon as she reached of weaning age, Theo was kicked from the milk and forced to eat the grass, leaves, and even the bark off trees in winter. She was still the outcast in the herd; always feeling off and not welcomed to the band. She kept to herself and watched the other foals play happily with the yearling boys and the mares frolic with their lead brute. It bothered her a little bit, but she passed it off most of the time.
When she turned one, Theophilia had gone from a dark grulla filly to a smokey grulla. Her mane and tail were as dark as the night sky, and her pelt lightening up. She was still an outcast in the herd, but through all the steals that were made against the herd, no one bothered to claim her. Again, it didn't bother her a while lot. One of the two year old studs had taken an interest in her, but he was quickly kicked from the herd for showing too much interest. One of the fillies her age talked to her every so often to make sure she was alright, but there was no friendship there. She couldn't seek a friendship that would only be torn apart by some stallion wanting young blood in his herd. She was a lonely pony indeed.
At the age of two, the grulla mare had filled out just a tad more and her coat was a nice grulla color with more prominent leg bars and shoulder bars showing. It was then that she was finally noticed by the lead stallion and he had taken an interest in her, but she didn't like him like that. She refused his courtships and pretty words tossed her way. She wasn't rude about it, just politely refusing to breed with someone who had ignored her existence for two years. As spring turned into summer, Theo said her good-byes to everyone and set off on her own, knowing full well the band stallion would follow. And he did; for three months. He lurked in the shadows to make sure she was alright and not in any danger. Whatever made him leave was something she didn't understand, but knowing he was gone was a relief. She could carry on with her new life and make friends with random little animals and raise herself up more to become a lady.
Thoughts of her birth mother lingered, though, and they often drove her nuts. She felt guilty for being born, for making her mother carry her for eleven months and four days. She felt guilty for making her mother choose to abandon her - even if none of it was in her control. Putting the weight on herself just seemed easier than trying to find, and failing horribly, to blame someone else. Theophilia didn't even know her mother, let alone father. She doesn't know what happened between the two, nor did she want to know. For all Theo knows, she could be a foal of rape and abuse. No one knew the answers and no one ever will. It was the hard truth an abandoned foal learned to grow up with pretty darn fast.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?:
9/10 lol jk! 10/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:
Well, y'all took my suggestion and went light!
I love it!Where did you find us?:
Pfft, been here before! Memory brought me here. (Even though it took me like a billion tries to get the link right.)
What would you like to be called?:
Splashs
I miss rping.
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