Post by kay on Jun 14, 2017 7:24:49 GMT -5
Name - Morisa
Age - 4 years
Breed - Quarter Horse X (Thoroughbred X Mustang)
Gender - Mare
Color - Dunskin
Height - 15 hh
Markings - Dun stripe, minimal leg primal markings, dark points, ear tips
Alliance - Demonic
Shape Shift Animal - Coyote
Personality -
Secretive, dishonest, and lonely all combine to make Morisa who she is to this day. Secretive about herself and by default dishonest, this could be the reason why the mare finds herself to be lonely. However, it is a never-ending cycle… Driven by her need for attention to quench her loneliness, the mare tries to wrap herself within a veil of dishonesty to keep her surrounded in mystery. It is a very rare occurrence that the mare is honest, but due to her own secretive nature, she will take secrets to the grave, making her rather loyal in this aspect. But her own trust is hard to receive.
History -
Morisa’s mother was a vain mare, caring about beauty and getting the attention of those around her- including Morisa’s father. A young, but quickly maturing, strapping stallion, he was the talk of the mares and the worry of the current lead stallion that was quickly aging. Morisa’s mother saw a chance for power and attention if she was the one to lure in this stallion and become the lead mare, so she did what she could until the younger stallion challenged their lead and took over the herd. Having done the deed before the younger stallion became their new leader, Morisa was born shortly after, shocking the rest of her herdmates when they saw just how much she looked like their new leader than their old one. Her mother was deemed unfaithful and therefore untrustworthy and they began to shun her and her filly. Growing up watching her mother fight for attention from the herd in order to survive and find safety in numbers, it is no surprise that now Morisa seeks keep the attention on her whenever she can for fear of being lonely and abandoned. After her mother’s passing, Morisa was forced to go off on her own in search for a new place to call “home.”
At two years old, Morisa was on her own and during her travels, she encountered the various dangers of being a lone mare. However, because of these rather harrowing events, she learned that she could create and manipulate the element of fire. It all started when a stallion went to bite her with the intent to make her his against her will- which was met by a rear and bite, fire shooting up from her hooves once they struck the ground to create a wall between her and her assailant. Not willing to test her skill, the stallion fled, but not before being chased by a coyote who wished nothing but to bite back. It took her two days before she could switch back to her hooved form, and more emotional events throughout the two years of her travel to learn how to manipulate her element to the extent she does now. For example, she is able to create fire and manipulate it without the aid of her emotions to “spark” the element into life. Nevertheless, if she becomes too emotional, her fire wielding will become less controllable.
Sample Post -
Three nights, she had been here on the edge of the trees for three nights, and yet nothing had come her way. The lands seemed deserted, which was beginning to drive the mare into a frenzy of sorts. In her frustrations, she raised her leg and quickly began to strike and dig up the ground with her hoof. One. Two. Three. And then she saw it- from bird to horse- there was someone here! Excitement and the need for attention bubbled up within the fire-wielder’s chest, her heart beating faster and faster until…
Four paws pressed silently into the ground by the creek, trying to approach the mare as quietly as possible. She wanted to spook her- get her attention in a big way. She tried to be quiet, she did, but then the mare took off and the thrill of the chase was on. Yipping from behind the mare, Morisa’s canine ears and eyes were alert- chasing her prey. Of course, naturally a lone coyote could not take down a horse, so perhaps the mare she was chasing would realize no real damage could be done to her. Nevertheless, any chance she got, Morisa would “playfully” nip at the air around the mare’s hooves before slowing down to avoid a kick of retaliation.
Eventually, the coyote’s tongue lolled to the side of her mouth, canine teeth gleaming white in the rays of the light as the beast came to a stop. The sandy-colored coyote sat, panting, watching to see if the mare would halt her run and approach her once more. If she did, Morisa would be sure to change back into her hooved form before the mare could do any real damage to her canine skin.
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Age - 4 years
Breed - Quarter Horse X (Thoroughbred X Mustang)
Gender - Mare
Color - Dunskin
Height - 15 hh
Markings - Dun stripe, minimal leg primal markings, dark points, ear tips
Alliance - Demonic
Shape Shift Animal - Coyote
Personality -
Secretive, dishonest, and lonely all combine to make Morisa who she is to this day. Secretive about herself and by default dishonest, this could be the reason why the mare finds herself to be lonely. However, it is a never-ending cycle… Driven by her need for attention to quench her loneliness, the mare tries to wrap herself within a veil of dishonesty to keep her surrounded in mystery. It is a very rare occurrence that the mare is honest, but due to her own secretive nature, she will take secrets to the grave, making her rather loyal in this aspect. But her own trust is hard to receive.
History -
Morisa’s mother was a vain mare, caring about beauty and getting the attention of those around her- including Morisa’s father. A young, but quickly maturing, strapping stallion, he was the talk of the mares and the worry of the current lead stallion that was quickly aging. Morisa’s mother saw a chance for power and attention if she was the one to lure in this stallion and become the lead mare, so she did what she could until the younger stallion challenged their lead and took over the herd. Having done the deed before the younger stallion became their new leader, Morisa was born shortly after, shocking the rest of her herdmates when they saw just how much she looked like their new leader than their old one. Her mother was deemed unfaithful and therefore untrustworthy and they began to shun her and her filly. Growing up watching her mother fight for attention from the herd in order to survive and find safety in numbers, it is no surprise that now Morisa seeks keep the attention on her whenever she can for fear of being lonely and abandoned. After her mother’s passing, Morisa was forced to go off on her own in search for a new place to call “home.”
At two years old, Morisa was on her own and during her travels, she encountered the various dangers of being a lone mare. However, because of these rather harrowing events, she learned that she could create and manipulate the element of fire. It all started when a stallion went to bite her with the intent to make her his against her will- which was met by a rear and bite, fire shooting up from her hooves once they struck the ground to create a wall between her and her assailant. Not willing to test her skill, the stallion fled, but not before being chased by a coyote who wished nothing but to bite back. It took her two days before she could switch back to her hooved form, and more emotional events throughout the two years of her travel to learn how to manipulate her element to the extent she does now. For example, she is able to create fire and manipulate it without the aid of her emotions to “spark” the element into life. Nevertheless, if she becomes too emotional, her fire wielding will become less controllable.
Sample Post -
Three nights, she had been here on the edge of the trees for three nights, and yet nothing had come her way. The lands seemed deserted, which was beginning to drive the mare into a frenzy of sorts. In her frustrations, she raised her leg and quickly began to strike and dig up the ground with her hoof. One. Two. Three. And then she saw it- from bird to horse- there was someone here! Excitement and the need for attention bubbled up within the fire-wielder’s chest, her heart beating faster and faster until…
Four paws pressed silently into the ground by the creek, trying to approach the mare as quietly as possible. She wanted to spook her- get her attention in a big way. She tried to be quiet, she did, but then the mare took off and the thrill of the chase was on. Yipping from behind the mare, Morisa’s canine ears and eyes were alert- chasing her prey. Of course, naturally a lone coyote could not take down a horse, so perhaps the mare she was chasing would realize no real damage could be done to her. Nevertheless, any chance she got, Morisa would “playfully” nip at the air around the mare’s hooves before slowing down to avoid a kick of retaliation.
Eventually, the coyote’s tongue lolled to the side of her mouth, canine teeth gleaming white in the rays of the light as the beast came to a stop. The sandy-colored coyote sat, panting, watching to see if the mare would halt her run and approach her once more. If she did, Morisa would be sure to change back into her hooved form before the mare could do any real damage to her canine skin.
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