Quiver
Feb 24, 2014 2:00:43 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 2:00:43 GMT -6
Name: Quiver
Gender: Mare
Age (yr 3): 3 years
Region: Wanderer
Physical Appearance:
Quiver is a Classic Champagne Dun Splash. She represents the Paint breed and stands at a noble 16 hands high. Her eyes shine a Pale Blue and her hooves are a hard Grey. The locks that hang loose against her boa are a rich Caramel Brown whereas her thick whip cord is a deep Dark Brown. She is marked with beautiful Dun Points that are very prominent against her creamy coat. Faint Brindles kiss her pelt like a long lost lover and her facade is graffiti'd with an entrancing Badger Face. The young mare is of Standard build. Her splash gene is Not Visible due to her Solid color, but she Can Pass it on to her lovely little children.
Personality:
Quiver is full of spirit. She is a fighter when she wants to be. She has a deep hatred for men, for her fiance shattered her heart in the worst kind of way. She has no problems with dirtying her hooves. She would gather murders under her name and would hide those skeletons in a closet with no shame. She carries herself with pride, often not caring for others. She'll challenge anyone who demands respect, and until they earn her respect, she'll diss them over and over. She has a deep set mind and once she puts her mind to something, she will not stop until she succeeds.
Quiver puts on a tough act. She constantly acts as if nothing bothers her, and will put on her mask every day. Only those who get the chance to really open her up and those who have the patience to deal with her bad attitude and bitchy self will get the rare opportunity to see the flower she really is. Underneath the rock is a shining diamond, one that needs a lot of buffing. She does not take kindly to strangers at first but will warm up to them. She'll complete tasks as efficiently as possible, when she deems the one who asked her of such a task is worthy of her obedience. Quiver is not easy to get along with, many try then give up. If you take your time and peel back the layers one by one, you will have yourself one loyal mare at your command.
History:
"Get up little one, get up." Words rang out. Still wet thorns wiggled. Lids parted to reveal the pale voids. She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Finally, the blurriness gave way to reveal a bright new world. The little filly nickered at the forms of the other horses she saw standing around. She saw her dam, her sire, and another mare. The sire stood a ways off, as if not caring at all about the birth of the mare. For now, the newborn didn't care of his antics. She turned to focus on the mare now licking her clean. "Come on little one." Her mother urged her to stand up. The filly stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth as she struggled with her long legs. She put on the face of determination and finally found herself standing; Only to find herself falling over onto her ass. This happened a few more times before the filly was finally standing and walking shakily. Her dam ushered her to where food was. The filly ate enthusiastically. She was introduced to the herd a few days after her birth, her mother firm on wanting to make sure she was strong enough to hold her own. The filly was yet to be named. Her mother decided to call her Quiver. With her new name, Quiver felt quite invincible. She tackled her mothers pillars, and pretended to fight with them. She was about a month old when she decided it was time to really start exploring. One day, she went further away from her mother to play with Lyz, a filly of her mothers friend. Lyz and Qui played some tag and hide and seek, until Lyz got called away by her mother. Quiver felt lonely, not quite ready to go home. So Quiver busied herself. As Quiver prepared to pounce onto a butterfly, she was rammed and fell face first. She got up, fighting the tears as she scolded the idiotic colt who had done it. The colt, Ramasis, merely shrugged and apologized, telling her to toughen up. Little did she know that this colt would become a huge part of her life. The next few weeks were crucial to their relationship. She'd seek him out and watch him from afar, never making eye contact. One day, the colt caught her and called her out on it. She blushed and blubbered on like a fool, Ramasis chuckled lightly and nudged her playfully. Around three months of age, her mother had announced at three years old, she and Ramasis would be told and urged to have a foal. So, the two remained together constantly. They goofed off and played. Around ten months of age, Ramasis seemed to be avoiding Quiver. He rarely spent time with her and barely spoke to her. And it got even worse as they rounded a year old. Ramasis, being two months older than her, had reached yearling status prior to Quiver. The young filly got tired of not having her betrothed around went searching for him. What she found was not what she wanted to see. Ramasis was courting a different filly. One that was four months older than himself. Quiver felt betrayed, and her blood boiled. She remained hidden though. The next day, when Ramasis arrived for his daily five minute chat, Quiver cornered him, questioning where he had been and where he was off to. He shrugged and replied with "Training with my father..." and walked off. Quiver knew that was not the case. The filly went to her mother, who just told her to drop it, he was just going through a phase and that she had no right to be sneaking around. Angered by her mothers inattentive ways and uncaring self, she stormed off, plotting her revenge. Ramasis had reached two years old finally. Two months shy of it, Quiver was still foaming at the mouth over him courting another mare. It only made it worse when the mare had gone around talking about how they were trying for a baby. The night she caught them at the act, Quiver waited. Silently watching, waiting, she was patient. And towards midnight, the mare made her presence known. Ramasis immediately tried explaining himself. And Quiver just grinned. "No need to explain, my love... I understand what is going on perfectly. You are unhappy with me.... Is that true?" Ramasis nodded slowly. "After all, we were a planned pair... Not your true love, no I was not." She paused as she stepped on a rabbits skull and twisted, listening to the resounding crunch. "But what you fail to see, love, is that I loved you so much... More than this tramp can ever love you... Which is why this must be done..." Quiver approached the mare, and grinned in a wicked manner as she struck out at the vixens columns. A loud snap echoed and the mare screamed in pain. Quiver, disgusted, reared to knock the mare down. "Shut your pretty mouth... You got yourself into this..." She looked up to Ramasis. "You hurt me real bad, sugar..." She placed a hoof upon the mares temple. Ramasis spoke, begging for her to stop the nonsense. "My heart was yours. I gave you everything. I was so in love with you, and then you shattered my dreams, my soul, my heart... Now, I will do for you what you have done for me..." She grinned even wider when she saw the tears pour from the stallions eyes. And with one smooth motion, she crushed the skull of the mare, ending her life swiftly. She shook her leg off and looked up at the stud. "Pitiful... You picked a mare who wouldn't even put up a fight. I hope you're more of a challenge!" Ramasis looked taken aback as the mare charged him, tackling him to the ground. As they both fought for the upper hand, Quiver bit down upon the stallions nostril, ripping the tender flesh. "Go on and scream. Go on. No one will even turn to help you." Her voice was muffled by the flesh in between her teeth. Ramasis kicked and screamed, and he actually scratched her up. This fueled her even more and she bit towards his ears, eyes, throat, and chest. Getting to her feet, she looked down on him. "Please... Qui-Quiver... Don't do this..." She spat at him, her spittle mixed with his blood and her own, for when she bit down upon her tongue. "You disgust me, you filthy good for nothing prick..." She spit at him once more. "Beg. Beg me for forgiveness, plead for mercy... Give me good reasons as to why you should live." Ramasis began to plead, beg, and knock out reasons. Quiver dropped her knife down upon his head. He lay there limp and Quiver looked down upon him. "If I can't love you, no one will be allowed to... If only it hadn't needed to come down to this. Goodbye, Ramasis." She turned and walked away. Seeing as she killed the prized colt of the herd, the heir, she silently ended her mothers life and then ditched the area. She wandered, learning the ways of living alone.
** I do hope it's acceptable! ^^"
Gender: Mare
Age (yr 3): 3 years
Region: Wanderer
Physical Appearance:
Quiver is a Classic Champagne Dun Splash. She represents the Paint breed and stands at a noble 16 hands high. Her eyes shine a Pale Blue and her hooves are a hard Grey. The locks that hang loose against her boa are a rich Caramel Brown whereas her thick whip cord is a deep Dark Brown. She is marked with beautiful Dun Points that are very prominent against her creamy coat. Faint Brindles kiss her pelt like a long lost lover and her facade is graffiti'd with an entrancing Badger Face. The young mare is of Standard build. Her splash gene is Not Visible due to her Solid color, but she Can Pass it on to her lovely little children.
Personality:
Quiver is full of spirit. She is a fighter when she wants to be. She has a deep hatred for men, for her fiance shattered her heart in the worst kind of way. She has no problems with dirtying her hooves. She would gather murders under her name and would hide those skeletons in a closet with no shame. She carries herself with pride, often not caring for others. She'll challenge anyone who demands respect, and until they earn her respect, she'll diss them over and over. She has a deep set mind and once she puts her mind to something, she will not stop until she succeeds.
Quiver puts on a tough act. She constantly acts as if nothing bothers her, and will put on her mask every day. Only those who get the chance to really open her up and those who have the patience to deal with her bad attitude and bitchy self will get the rare opportunity to see the flower she really is. Underneath the rock is a shining diamond, one that needs a lot of buffing. She does not take kindly to strangers at first but will warm up to them. She'll complete tasks as efficiently as possible, when she deems the one who asked her of such a task is worthy of her obedience. Quiver is not easy to get along with, many try then give up. If you take your time and peel back the layers one by one, you will have yourself one loyal mare at your command.
History:
"Get up little one, get up." Words rang out. Still wet thorns wiggled. Lids parted to reveal the pale voids. She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Finally, the blurriness gave way to reveal a bright new world. The little filly nickered at the forms of the other horses she saw standing around. She saw her dam, her sire, and another mare. The sire stood a ways off, as if not caring at all about the birth of the mare. For now, the newborn didn't care of his antics. She turned to focus on the mare now licking her clean. "Come on little one." Her mother urged her to stand up. The filly stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth as she struggled with her long legs. She put on the face of determination and finally found herself standing; Only to find herself falling over onto her ass. This happened a few more times before the filly was finally standing and walking shakily. Her dam ushered her to where food was. The filly ate enthusiastically. She was introduced to the herd a few days after her birth, her mother firm on wanting to make sure she was strong enough to hold her own. The filly was yet to be named. Her mother decided to call her Quiver. With her new name, Quiver felt quite invincible. She tackled her mothers pillars, and pretended to fight with them. She was about a month old when she decided it was time to really start exploring. One day, she went further away from her mother to play with Lyz, a filly of her mothers friend. Lyz and Qui played some tag and hide and seek, until Lyz got called away by her mother. Quiver felt lonely, not quite ready to go home. So Quiver busied herself. As Quiver prepared to pounce onto a butterfly, she was rammed and fell face first. She got up, fighting the tears as she scolded the idiotic colt who had done it. The colt, Ramasis, merely shrugged and apologized, telling her to toughen up. Little did she know that this colt would become a huge part of her life. The next few weeks were crucial to their relationship. She'd seek him out and watch him from afar, never making eye contact. One day, the colt caught her and called her out on it. She blushed and blubbered on like a fool, Ramasis chuckled lightly and nudged her playfully. Around three months of age, her mother had announced at three years old, she and Ramasis would be told and urged to have a foal. So, the two remained together constantly. They goofed off and played. Around ten months of age, Ramasis seemed to be avoiding Quiver. He rarely spent time with her and barely spoke to her. And it got even worse as they rounded a year old. Ramasis, being two months older than her, had reached yearling status prior to Quiver. The young filly got tired of not having her betrothed around went searching for him. What she found was not what she wanted to see. Ramasis was courting a different filly. One that was four months older than himself. Quiver felt betrayed, and her blood boiled. She remained hidden though. The next day, when Ramasis arrived for his daily five minute chat, Quiver cornered him, questioning where he had been and where he was off to. He shrugged and replied with "Training with my father..." and walked off. Quiver knew that was not the case. The filly went to her mother, who just told her to drop it, he was just going through a phase and that she had no right to be sneaking around. Angered by her mothers inattentive ways and uncaring self, she stormed off, plotting her revenge. Ramasis had reached two years old finally. Two months shy of it, Quiver was still foaming at the mouth over him courting another mare. It only made it worse when the mare had gone around talking about how they were trying for a baby. The night she caught them at the act, Quiver waited. Silently watching, waiting, she was patient. And towards midnight, the mare made her presence known. Ramasis immediately tried explaining himself. And Quiver just grinned. "No need to explain, my love... I understand what is going on perfectly. You are unhappy with me.... Is that true?" Ramasis nodded slowly. "After all, we were a planned pair... Not your true love, no I was not." She paused as she stepped on a rabbits skull and twisted, listening to the resounding crunch. "But what you fail to see, love, is that I loved you so much... More than this tramp can ever love you... Which is why this must be done..." Quiver approached the mare, and grinned in a wicked manner as she struck out at the vixens columns. A loud snap echoed and the mare screamed in pain. Quiver, disgusted, reared to knock the mare down. "Shut your pretty mouth... You got yourself into this..." She looked up to Ramasis. "You hurt me real bad, sugar..." She placed a hoof upon the mares temple. Ramasis spoke, begging for her to stop the nonsense. "My heart was yours. I gave you everything. I was so in love with you, and then you shattered my dreams, my soul, my heart... Now, I will do for you what you have done for me..." She grinned even wider when she saw the tears pour from the stallions eyes. And with one smooth motion, she crushed the skull of the mare, ending her life swiftly. She shook her leg off and looked up at the stud. "Pitiful... You picked a mare who wouldn't even put up a fight. I hope you're more of a challenge!" Ramasis looked taken aback as the mare charged him, tackling him to the ground. As they both fought for the upper hand, Quiver bit down upon the stallions nostril, ripping the tender flesh. "Go on and scream. Go on. No one will even turn to help you." Her voice was muffled by the flesh in between her teeth. Ramasis kicked and screamed, and he actually scratched her up. This fueled her even more and she bit towards his ears, eyes, throat, and chest. Getting to her feet, she looked down on him. "Please... Qui-Quiver... Don't do this..." She spat at him, her spittle mixed with his blood and her own, for when she bit down upon her tongue. "You disgust me, you filthy good for nothing prick..." She spit at him once more. "Beg. Beg me for forgiveness, plead for mercy... Give me good reasons as to why you should live." Ramasis began to plead, beg, and knock out reasons. Quiver dropped her knife down upon his head. He lay there limp and Quiver looked down upon him. "If I can't love you, no one will be allowed to... If only it hadn't needed to come down to this. Goodbye, Ramasis." She turned and walked away. Seeing as she killed the prized colt of the herd, the heir, she silently ended her mothers life and then ditched the area. She wandered, learning the ways of living alone.
** I do hope it's acceptable! ^^"