Post by DingoMutt on Aug 30, 2008 23:02:07 GMT -5
Horse's Full Name::
Ambrosia
Nickname::
Amb, Amber
Age::
Five years
Breed::
American Mustang
Gender::
Mare
Color::
Golden Dun
Height::
Fifteen and a half hands
History::
She was born to a small band in the desert, her mother was the lead mare and her sire was lead stallion. She was nothing special, but learned how harsh life could be as hers began. Life was hard, no doubt, but she had fun and grew up well. She was loved and taken care of, and at one year, she was captured. For ten months she was broken and ridden as a dressage and jumper, actually competing a few times, her rider lied about her age. She managed to escape and return home, and lived with her group until age three. At that point her father had died and her brother was lead stallion, and he chased her from the group to give her a chance. She faced death, and met Anthony. They got off to a rough start, but she became his lead mare. After a roving mare came along and started a feud, Ambrosia noticed the love between her stallion and this newcomer. She had wanted a playful jest between the two, and had desired to remain lead mare, until this newcomer broke into tears and ran. Ambrose left, unwelcome in her own terra any more. She left the herd and roams wherever she pleases, somewhat homicidal towards the stallion. She had become pregnant before leaving the herd, and has decided to devote her life to making Anthony miserable.
PERSONALITY:
Ambrosia hates you. Simple as that. A cold case of ice rests around her heart, and she is still as big a bomb as ever. She will tear your face off, she will knock your lights out. She is not a beast to be reckoned with, no matter who you are. Wise as she is lovely, she wears a carefully practiced mask. Can anyone warm her heart? HELL NO. Should you decide to try it, she may just lop your head off. Her bright pelt and dark eyes serve as a sufficient warning.
Example Post::
Ambrosia stepped forth from the shadows, head held low, in submission. She would never sink so low as to submiss, she loathed herself right now, but she needed to speak to her filly. Without conflict. Her ears were pinned back and her teeth were bared, and she let out a weak nicker. She spotted Anthony on the forest floor in the distance, unnoticed by the rest of the group.
He screamed a name she hadn't heard in... forever. She knew all to well who it was. But first to attend to more important business. Her heart was heavy and her stomach ached, as she lowered her black muzzle to that of her filly.
"Taffy, stay here with your father. You must understand my sweet, the life I live is not that of a young foal. You must stay, must, and grow up and live your life. Forget me, I am not important. I will always love you, and if you need me, come find me. Call my name and I'll be there in a heartbeat, do you understand?"
She stepped away, giving the foal a longing look. She wanted to raise the foal, as her own, as the lead mare. But to think, this entire petty thing was caused by a simple misunderstanding on Kilala's part. But she would not nitpick. She approached the mud covered mare, her head low as she said her final words to the mare.
"Harm a single hair on Taffy and I will tear your throat out, same goes for Anthony. Break him, and I'll break you."
Her threats were not empty. The mare nickered loudly and dominance, she was not the fool here, not the stupid one. Not the one who was running on false hope, not the one who claimed merely to spite her competitor. She was better than that, and she carried with her a silent dignity that the new lead mare of the Tangled Forests did not have.
She galloped over to Anthony, who lay crippled, and she fell to his side. She cradled him close, it would be the last time. She did not care if he tugged away, or put a hoof to her face, this was contact she needed. She pressed her dark velvety lips to his forehead, a silent last kiss. How poetic.
"Anthony, dear, it's okay, shhhh, I'm here. If you ever need me, I'll be in the Forgotten Cavern."
She rose, her words had been silent enough that Anthony was the only to receive them. She gave him one last, longing look, how greedy her soul must be. She turned around and cantered into the darkness, gone as quickly as she had arrived.
I've gotten much better since then, I easily make posts of around 1,000 words with this character.
User Name::
DingoMutt
Roleplaying Experience::
Nearly two years
How do you like Ascetia so far?::
Seems fine to me.
Any changes you would make?::
Hmm, not that I can think of.
Code word::
Jazz
