Post by fireflyblessing on Oct 1, 2012 18:15:34 GMT -5
Keiji
[/center]An angel at first sight...
[/right][/colour]Exactly 15 hands high, an almost white mare approaches Efre. Her mane blows gently in the breeze and she gallops into the awaiting fields, preceeding all of this with a rear and a loud war cry. Her neigh echoes across lands as she flees to the safety of these green fields. He couldn't find her here. She was free. The lipizzaner of 6 years scans the peaceful area with attentive brown eyes. She watches horses in the fields.
A bringer of Death...
[/right][/colour]Her name meant Apocalypse. She was bred for apocalypse. She has a harsh temperament but gets along with many horses if they are larger than her due to respect. Or because of a motherly nature, she is known to be protective over foals. She tends to pay a lot of attention to males, especially the larger males. They tend to impress her easily.
A mare of life...
[/right][/colour]Her mother had turned around to her and licked away the blood and gore from the birth, the lipizzaner mare helping the unproportional foal stand as the tiny animal began to stumble. But as Keiji took her first steps, her mother cheered her on with an encouraging neigh. Everything was fine, until the second year of her life.
The death of my innocence...
[/colour]She met him in the fields one day, he claimed he was the foal's father. But he refused to let the young filly return to her mother. He kicked at her if she tried. She was scared. But she got away at age three.
Chased forever...
[/right][/colour]She knew he was following her. She galloped, so quickly. Her mottled grey coat -at this time growing lighter - providing some colour from this angered stallion. Galloping, cantering, trotting, never walking and rarely resting. Some how, she didn't run out of energy that often. But he did. And the running proved too much for him. He stopped the chase after a year. Through fields she ran during light hours... Trampling flowers and crushing grass... But finally... She lost him.
Staying in Hiding. Moving in Daylight...
[/right][/colour]The young mare, too scared of getting caught laid low that year. Her hoofs worn out. She reached Efre not long ago and just by looking at it she felt safety. She felt happy. She got reminded of home. She soon found a medow she could rest in before approaching Efre. Approaching saftey down the hills at sunrise. Grazing on the lucious grass, she could only think of what adventures lie ahead.[/colour][/size]
