Easy does it - Rory

[ℳissParadox]

Name: Rory
Gender: Mare
Breed: Stock Horse x TB
Genetics: -
Age: Four
Arrived in MUSTANG:Summer, Year Eleven
Coat Color: Black ( Four socks )
Height: 16hh
Eye Color: Brown

Personality:
Proud and motherly Rory is old beyond her youth. She is level headed and wants to believe good exists in all. Everything has an answer and she often uses her quick whit and sarcasm to evade personal slights. She is very easy to befriend but near impossible to get close to. Whilst she has seen her share of evil, she can't help but wonder why they are as they are. Are they born as such or created? She knows better to try and change them, but has always been fascinated by the complexities of evil.

History:
She was a twin born early as the summer heat was not yet gone. Her brother born second, his red coat blinding next to her black. Their dam took the appropriate steps to care for them, weakened by the struggle of bearing twins she slowly slipped away from them. She had managed to deliver them back to her herd, their fathers herd before passing away. In stark contrast to what they had been used to, their sire was strong, healthy and proud. He licked them both with a kind of evil that only kin can. It was subtle, familiar. Mental more than physical, a warped view of the outside world, of outside horses. Her brother lapped it up, soaked it in. As the second child, the weak twin, born to a weak mother he longed for something of strength to carry him forward. Carry him he did, right to the gates of hell where he never did return. Whilst their sire was skilled in the means of keeping his herd together by fear and propaganda. Her brother with no outlet for his anger spiralled out of control. His rage was murderous, his intent no less. Quickly he was removed, the fight brought their sire to the brink of death but it was done. The herd moved on leaving the twins behind. Her brother because he could not be trusted, she because she chose to.

She followed him, often against his wishes, was witness to his crimes, to his hate. She never interfered, or tried to change what was. As the years rolled by she begun to fear him, there was less and less left of his victims. In the beginning she was able to calm them, speak to them and console them. Now she found that she didn't have the words, no words could heal the wounds he had created. It puzzled her that at times he could take on a mate and treat them as any king would his queen. Then without warning to another he could let loose his rage with no thought of its consequences. He had never turned on her, not with word or hoof. But it was only time, she saw his strength growing, his anger building. The time had come to abandon him like everyone else had.

She imagines at some point he will find her. Deal her a fate she deserves for betraying him too.
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