Post by --A'isha-- on Feb 4, 2007 22:28:40 GMT -5
Name.
A'isha
.breed.
Arabian
.age.
4
.gender.
mare
.personality.
It seems for ever changing.She leaves it to surronding equines to find out.
.pelt.
Dapple Grey
.markings.
Only scars from the past
.path.
Unchosen,but pursing her orginal path of darkness
.history.
Traveling long and far,alone,without a herd she reached these lands.She came from a place were the sun is no mercy apon the living and water is scarse.Why alone?That is a good question...For many years her herd and another herd had been enemys since earth took a breath of life.Meaningless hatred....She fought as she was taught to do,now all she had left were scars of her battles.She knew that there would never be an outcome.They seemed as if two dancers that already knew the other's move before even made.When her herd leader saw preious skill and leadership in her he became interested,but she refused.She could see how she attracted his eye,but she found only the same mindset that her surronding equine friends and family shared.
One night,after her long day at battle,her herd leader approached her with the same question he asked every night.She could see the impatients that had grown onto him as she refused again.This was the last night he would ask.If she would not take him as a mate he would make her to carry his foal.She fought for she rather die than carry his blood.Finishing with a long and cruesome battle she left him so die and choke on his own blood...She would never see the velvet brute as a respected leader,handsome,stong,intellegent again...never.
That night she began her journey.Months at a time she reached in closer to these lands.With her painful and critical injuries,every day became harder than the last.Her figure slimed leaving her scars more notice able and her selve less lively.Finding food and water along the way was done durning the night hours and traveling was done in early morning.Rest was durning midday when the sun was most unforgiving.Perhaps it was her Arabian blood that had kept her alive.
Were these lands promising?It was lushes with many grasses and water.She couldn't survived her way for another day.She made way into the new lands.
A'isha
.breed.
Arabian
.age.
4
.gender.
mare
.personality.
It seems for ever changing.She leaves it to surronding equines to find out.
.pelt.
Dapple Grey
.markings.
Only scars from the past
.path.
Unchosen,but pursing her orginal path of darkness
.history.
Traveling long and far,alone,without a herd she reached these lands.She came from a place were the sun is no mercy apon the living and water is scarse.Why alone?That is a good question...For many years her herd and another herd had been enemys since earth took a breath of life.Meaningless hatred....She fought as she was taught to do,now all she had left were scars of her battles.She knew that there would never be an outcome.They seemed as if two dancers that already knew the other's move before even made.When her herd leader saw preious skill and leadership in her he became interested,but she refused.She could see how she attracted his eye,but she found only the same mindset that her surronding equine friends and family shared.
One night,after her long day at battle,her herd leader approached her with the same question he asked every night.She could see the impatients that had grown onto him as she refused again.This was the last night he would ask.If she would not take him as a mate he would make her to carry his foal.She fought for she rather die than carry his blood.Finishing with a long and cruesome battle she left him so die and choke on his own blood...She would never see the velvet brute as a respected leader,handsome,stong,intellegent again...never.
That night she began her journey.Months at a time she reached in closer to these lands.With her painful and critical injuries,every day became harder than the last.Her figure slimed leaving her scars more notice able and her selve less lively.Finding food and water along the way was done durning the night hours and traveling was done in early morning.Rest was durning midday when the sun was most unforgiving.Perhaps it was her Arabian blood that had kept her alive.
Were these lands promising?It was lushes with many grasses and water.She couldn't survived her way for another day.She made way into the new lands.
