Cat [wip]
Jul 12, 2013 21:00:57 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 21:00:57 GMT -6
Name: Cat
Gender: Mare
Age (yr 2): 10
Region: Wanderer
Physical Appearance: She has a short, refined head with a slight Roman nose and large eyes. Her chest is deep and broad and her ribs well sprung, allowing for greater lung expansion and contributing to her agility. Quarter horse ancestry has gifted her with powerful hindquarters, giving her both great speed and agility. Her coat is a light buckskin with heavy chocolate, dark caramel, and dark cream brindling. Her markings include a blaze and two rear stockings. She is 15.2hh. (Quarter Horse x Barb)
Personality: Cat loves only two things: speed and freedom. The former is likely a side affect of her ancestry, as her mostly Southern ancestors were bred to race by their masters. The latter is because of her coat. As it is extremely rare, she is desired by many stallions as a sort of living trophy. Cat isn't content to live her life as a foal factory. She would prefer to live as a free mare, unfettered by herd hierarchy or slavery. If that means she has to live alone, so be it. She will fight fiercely at any attempts to tether her, willing to take someone else's life if it means keeping her freedom. After a lifetime of being chased, her trust is hard to earn and easy to lose. She is used to roaming and will eventually leave any herd she joins, even if she is happy there; Cat just doesn't have it in her to stick to one place for a long time. Ten years of near constant pursuit have also gifted her with great skill at hiding and covering her tracks. Meaning that, if she doesn't want to be found, she probably won't be.
History: Her dam, Fiona, had once been a Wanderer. One night, a pack of wild dogs found her sleeping spot. If Leo had not happened along when he did, they would have slaughtered her. Naturally, after the pack was chased off, Leo claimed Fiona and took her home. She recovered quickly under his skilled care. She would have escaped, but the attack had crippled one of her back legs. The injury stole any chance she had of flight. Leo kept her as a broodmare, giving her foal after foal. Each of them bore coats the same boring muddy bay as his. Rather than allowing them to live and waiting for Fiona to come into her foal heat, he would kill his newborn children. When Fiona was nearing the end of her fertile years, she dreamed of a daughter that bore her brindling. She was afraid that the foal she was carrying was that daughter, and of what Leo might do to a little girl. The elderly mare risked her life to poison Leo. If it did not work, he would beat her, and her fragile body couldn't take such abuse anymore. Fortunately, Leo consumed the yew berries and died shortly after.
Fiona limped away and birthed Cat in the wilds of Geneva Valley. She taught the filly from birth to avoid other horses, especially stallions. When she became old enough, Fiona began showing cat how to evade capture, and how to cover up her tracks. She died shortly after Cat's third birthday. Ever since then the brindled mare has roamed alone, dodging other horses and doing her best to stay alive.
Gender: Mare
Age (yr 2): 10
Region: Wanderer
Physical Appearance: She has a short, refined head with a slight Roman nose and large eyes. Her chest is deep and broad and her ribs well sprung, allowing for greater lung expansion and contributing to her agility. Quarter horse ancestry has gifted her with powerful hindquarters, giving her both great speed and agility. Her coat is a light buckskin with heavy chocolate, dark caramel, and dark cream brindling. Her markings include a blaze and two rear stockings. She is 15.2hh. (Quarter Horse x Barb)
Personality: Cat loves only two things: speed and freedom. The former is likely a side affect of her ancestry, as her mostly Southern ancestors were bred to race by their masters. The latter is because of her coat. As it is extremely rare, she is desired by many stallions as a sort of living trophy. Cat isn't content to live her life as a foal factory. She would prefer to live as a free mare, unfettered by herd hierarchy or slavery. If that means she has to live alone, so be it. She will fight fiercely at any attempts to tether her, willing to take someone else's life if it means keeping her freedom. After a lifetime of being chased, her trust is hard to earn and easy to lose. She is used to roaming and will eventually leave any herd she joins, even if she is happy there; Cat just doesn't have it in her to stick to one place for a long time. Ten years of near constant pursuit have also gifted her with great skill at hiding and covering her tracks. Meaning that, if she doesn't want to be found, she probably won't be.
History: Her dam, Fiona, had once been a Wanderer. One night, a pack of wild dogs found her sleeping spot. If Leo had not happened along when he did, they would have slaughtered her. Naturally, after the pack was chased off, Leo claimed Fiona and took her home. She recovered quickly under his skilled care. She would have escaped, but the attack had crippled one of her back legs. The injury stole any chance she had of flight. Leo kept her as a broodmare, giving her foal after foal. Each of them bore coats the same boring muddy bay as his. Rather than allowing them to live and waiting for Fiona to come into her foal heat, he would kill his newborn children. When Fiona was nearing the end of her fertile years, she dreamed of a daughter that bore her brindling. She was afraid that the foal she was carrying was that daughter, and of what Leo might do to a little girl. The elderly mare risked her life to poison Leo. If it did not work, he would beat her, and her fragile body couldn't take such abuse anymore. Fortunately, Leo consumed the yew berries and died shortly after.
Fiona limped away and birthed Cat in the wilds of Geneva Valley. She taught the filly from birth to avoid other horses, especially stallions. When she became old enough, Fiona began showing cat how to evade capture, and how to cover up her tracks. She died shortly after Cat's third birthday. Ever since then the brindled mare has roamed alone, dodging other horses and doing her best to stay alive.