Post by Nera on Oct 25, 2007 18:32:47 GMT -5
Name: Nera
Species: Horse
Breed(horses): Arbian x spanish mustang
Gender: Mare
Color/Build: Though as a young filly her pelt was a light grey that matched the mist that hung densely over the vast prairie it lightened immensely to a pearly white. Blending perfectly with the newly fallen snows of winter she can travel, unseen, unnoticed, undetected. Optics of a deep ebony she can express emotions through those mysterious eyes.
The scent that she emits can be quite the alluring aroma to most stallions, especially when the stages of spring begin to unfold. Her forlock is silken in texture, draping down often to one side. Her hooves are a silvery ebon hued, but her left hind hoof is a pale cream color.
Her months of traveling and lack of food has built her overall fitness level to a high level. Though you can see the muscles rippling beneath her skin she still retains her feminine build, a long sleek bodice, the look of a female. By perfecting her gait she can move silently, no matter how hard you strain your ears to hear the familiar sound of a horse's thunderous hooves. She walks neither proud nor submissive, it’s just normal. Though she changes her posture to fit her surroundings whether she need to lower herself to show respect to a superior or she raises her tassel and chest to be in a position of dominance over the omega. Whatever you want to call it. Basically she adapts to her environment. Only one thing pesters her about herself. The young mare is blind, and is still adapting to the use of her other senses.
Age: Seven years
Personality: This female of white has an understanding of the world around her, also holding an inner eye for beauty she can bring out the beauty in nearly all things she sees. Thankfully she was born into a loving family thus her mind was never tainted with the evil that alot of her equine kin carry with them. If put in a higher position she can hold her own, keeping her dominant stature if threatened by another. Words that exceed her maw usually talk of the truth of the matter at hand. She may seem overly serious but her unique sense of humor shows itself when necessary.
Loving to know that she will one day be surrounded by friends of her own, this idea often keeps Nera's spirits high. Female friends, and possibly even a male friend, would be considered a wonderous thing to the angelic white fae. Often enough she has dreamed of a foal of her own but she yet to find that one stallion whom captures her attention. She enjoys the company of both male and female and holds that one soft spot for young ones. Despite this sweet and innocent exterior she can turn deadly with the flick of an ear. Though she prefers not to reveal this side of her except perhaps in the midst of a fight.
History: Many of the wild horse breed, when the name Nera is whispered, think of an angel of sorts. They believe that she is either a wandering loner looking for a herd or a spirit that is trying to fix past mistakes.
As a young filly Nera grew rapidly and ate often causing her parents to keep a close eye on her due to her tendency to wander. Once she was old enough, and her senses properly in tune with the world around her, her parents began to teach her the joys of the herd. Often wandering males would attempt to steal her away for their own doings merely because she was beautiful but her father quickly put an end to any stallion who dared to even look her way. Being larger in size he could easily over power most suitors. Although Nera did not find any of these attempting suitors handsome or charming in any way she is still ever vigilant for a stallion whom can capture and tame her heart. But as of now none have prevailed in this task.
Eventually Nera grew tired of always being watched over her parents. She had reached her full size and was ready to set off on her own. Although Dante did not want to say goodbye to his daughter he agreed to let her go. With a warm goodbye to them both she set of on her own. The only remaining sound was her rythmic beating hooves as each one struck against the earth. Sure enough she found a numerous number of stallions whom attempted to court her but none appealed to her. They were all driven by lust, not love.
Unlike a great number of mares who often thought that it was a mares soul purpose in life to bear offspring for a single stallion, Nera thought differently. She knew that one of these days she would find a brute who charmed her, not overly flirted with her. Now finding herself here new hopes sprout anew as Nera travels alone to find a purpose for her exsistance.
Species: Horse
Breed(horses): Arbian x spanish mustang
Gender: Mare
Color/Build: Though as a young filly her pelt was a light grey that matched the mist that hung densely over the vast prairie it lightened immensely to a pearly white. Blending perfectly with the newly fallen snows of winter she can travel, unseen, unnoticed, undetected. Optics of a deep ebony she can express emotions through those mysterious eyes.
The scent that she emits can be quite the alluring aroma to most stallions, especially when the stages of spring begin to unfold. Her forlock is silken in texture, draping down often to one side. Her hooves are a silvery ebon hued, but her left hind hoof is a pale cream color.
Her months of traveling and lack of food has built her overall fitness level to a high level. Though you can see the muscles rippling beneath her skin she still retains her feminine build, a long sleek bodice, the look of a female. By perfecting her gait she can move silently, no matter how hard you strain your ears to hear the familiar sound of a horse's thunderous hooves. She walks neither proud nor submissive, it’s just normal. Though she changes her posture to fit her surroundings whether she need to lower herself to show respect to a superior or she raises her tassel and chest to be in a position of dominance over the omega. Whatever you want to call it. Basically she adapts to her environment. Only one thing pesters her about herself. The young mare is blind, and is still adapting to the use of her other senses.
Age: Seven years
Personality: This female of white has an understanding of the world around her, also holding an inner eye for beauty she can bring out the beauty in nearly all things she sees. Thankfully she was born into a loving family thus her mind was never tainted with the evil that alot of her equine kin carry with them. If put in a higher position she can hold her own, keeping her dominant stature if threatened by another. Words that exceed her maw usually talk of the truth of the matter at hand. She may seem overly serious but her unique sense of humor shows itself when necessary.
Loving to know that she will one day be surrounded by friends of her own, this idea often keeps Nera's spirits high. Female friends, and possibly even a male friend, would be considered a wonderous thing to the angelic white fae. Often enough she has dreamed of a foal of her own but she yet to find that one stallion whom captures her attention. She enjoys the company of both male and female and holds that one soft spot for young ones. Despite this sweet and innocent exterior she can turn deadly with the flick of an ear. Though she prefers not to reveal this side of her except perhaps in the midst of a fight.
History: Many of the wild horse breed, when the name Nera is whispered, think of an angel of sorts. They believe that she is either a wandering loner looking for a herd or a spirit that is trying to fix past mistakes.
As a young filly Nera grew rapidly and ate often causing her parents to keep a close eye on her due to her tendency to wander. Once she was old enough, and her senses properly in tune with the world around her, her parents began to teach her the joys of the herd. Often wandering males would attempt to steal her away for their own doings merely because she was beautiful but her father quickly put an end to any stallion who dared to even look her way. Being larger in size he could easily over power most suitors. Although Nera did not find any of these attempting suitors handsome or charming in any way she is still ever vigilant for a stallion whom can capture and tame her heart. But as of now none have prevailed in this task.
Eventually Nera grew tired of always being watched over her parents. She had reached her full size and was ready to set off on her own. Although Dante did not want to say goodbye to his daughter he agreed to let her go. With a warm goodbye to them both she set of on her own. The only remaining sound was her rythmic beating hooves as each one struck against the earth. Sure enough she found a numerous number of stallions whom attempted to court her but none appealed to her. They were all driven by lust, not love.
Unlike a great number of mares who often thought that it was a mares soul purpose in life to bear offspring for a single stallion, Nera thought differently. She knew that one of these days she would find a brute who charmed her, not overly flirted with her. Now finding herself here new hopes sprout anew as Nera travels alone to find a purpose for her exsistance.
