Post by Sky Eyes* on Feb 21, 2009 23:33:23 GMT -5
Name: Anan {Ah-nahn}
Gender: Mare
Breed: Appaloosa/percheron
Age: 3 years
Side: Neutral
Pelt Color: blue/grey roan
Markings:
Mane and Tail: Anan's mane and tail are both dark grey in color which fades as it gets longer.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 15.2hh
Build: Thick, heavy, and muscled
Physical Description: Anan is all shades of the moon put into one. Light blue grey hairs form a roan pattern over her back, sides, and chest. Her legs are all white as is her face. She holds very little appaloosa looks to her as she has taken most of the percheron blood in her to heart. Her legs are thick with muscle and so is her neck. Her chest is broad and her feet have slight feathering. Her mane and tail are a dark grey color seeming blue by moonlight. The color fades to ash as her mane gets longer until it turns nearly completely white.
Mental Description: Growing up, Anan was a playful and outgoing foal and those traits followed her through her adolescents, but little of those traits have followed through to her as she is today. She is very weary of those she does not know, distrusting strangers from the start. She comes off as a cold and gruff girl, one whom cannot be wooed. She does not believe much in friendships, she has spent her time as a loner and taken it in great stride. Anan doesn't enjoy play, she takes the world and her survival seriously and finds little time to play. Her thoughts are revolved around surviving and she finds play as a weakness. Once another is able to grow on Anan, she shows a little of the foal she used to be. It's not that she does not enjoy playing, she just finds it pointless. Though, there are times when the mare lets go of her weary behavior and will frisk around with others and actually have fun. Dominant would not be a correct word used to describe Anan, but neither would submissive be a good word to use. The mare does not enjoy fighting with others, but she will do whatever is needed to protect and defend herself. Anan is undeniably loyal to those she loves and will do anything and everything to protect them. Though it goes against her behavior and survival instincts, Anan will put her loved ones before herself in means of saving them or protecting them.
Likes:
Water/rain
Quiet
Running
Foals
Freedom
Dislikes:
Hot weather
Nosy others
Lightning
Fire
Loud noises
Fears:
Death
Predators
Fire
Hopes:
To always be free
To have a safe home and family
Dreams:
To be reincarnated
Goals:
Never be caught and kept as a 'pet'
History: Anan was born into a herd to the leading stallion as all foals, but her mother was a mare whom had once been tame, stolen from her human home by the wild stallion. She learned the trade of living quickly and learned the importance of being alert. As a foal, Anan was nearly always the one who wanted to play more than learn. She was often disciplined heavily for not listening or running off, chasing leaves through the grass. Upon growing up, she watched others leave the herd to become bachelors and at some point in time, gain their own herd if their lives weren't taken first. Anan spent months under her fathers rule and her mothers supervision, but felt tied down to the herd and she yearned for the freedom of the open land around her. Soon enough she got her wish, but not in the way she wanted. Upon wandering away from the herd for only a brief moment, she was captured by humans. The leggy yearling tried to run but ropes flew from all around her and tripped her. The humans, or rather rustlers to be later found out, took her to their home. Living in a stall with strange horses and animals around her didn't appeal. The humans adored her coloring, instantly taking to calling her Moon. She'd hated the name and everything about the humans. Soon enough they roped her again and put something on her back. Then one of them climbed on her back. Instantly she refused, rearing, bucking, anything to get them off. But they stayed on and every time she tried rearing, they pulled her over back wards. She soon learned not to rear, but that didn't stop her from bucking or biting and even kicking at them. The other horses at the stables didn't appeal to her, they all put up with the humans torment and let them on their backs. Anan was treated badly, whipped or hit whenever she refused their touch seemingly trying to made her behave, but it taught her to be worse. Anan was sick of the humans, sick of not having her freedom. When they realized, or gave up on her, they put her in a pasture like an ornament with the other horses. They sickened her, being stuck in a tiny pasture to eat all day and sleep all night. She longed for her herd and the wild nature. It wasn't long before she jumped the fence. Freedom at her hooves, she was free once again. Yet, upon returning, she couldn't find her herd, they had moved on without her. It was then she began going on as a loner, alone in the world. She befriended few and trusted even less but she knew how to live and survive, but the world isn't safe for a horse unless in a herd.
Friends and Family already at MoP: N/A
Picture:
Secret Password: My spirit sours through the sky while my body is bound to earth.
Gender: Mare
Breed: Appaloosa/percheron
Age: 3 years
Side: Neutral
Pelt Color: blue/grey roan
Markings:
Mane and Tail: Anan's mane and tail are both dark grey in color which fades as it gets longer.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 15.2hh
Build: Thick, heavy, and muscled
Physical Description: Anan is all shades of the moon put into one. Light blue grey hairs form a roan pattern over her back, sides, and chest. Her legs are all white as is her face. She holds very little appaloosa looks to her as she has taken most of the percheron blood in her to heart. Her legs are thick with muscle and so is her neck. Her chest is broad and her feet have slight feathering. Her mane and tail are a dark grey color seeming blue by moonlight. The color fades to ash as her mane gets longer until it turns nearly completely white.
Mental Description: Growing up, Anan was a playful and outgoing foal and those traits followed her through her adolescents, but little of those traits have followed through to her as she is today. She is very weary of those she does not know, distrusting strangers from the start. She comes off as a cold and gruff girl, one whom cannot be wooed. She does not believe much in friendships, she has spent her time as a loner and taken it in great stride. Anan doesn't enjoy play, she takes the world and her survival seriously and finds little time to play. Her thoughts are revolved around surviving and she finds play as a weakness. Once another is able to grow on Anan, she shows a little of the foal she used to be. It's not that she does not enjoy playing, she just finds it pointless. Though, there are times when the mare lets go of her weary behavior and will frisk around with others and actually have fun. Dominant would not be a correct word used to describe Anan, but neither would submissive be a good word to use. The mare does not enjoy fighting with others, but she will do whatever is needed to protect and defend herself. Anan is undeniably loyal to those she loves and will do anything and everything to protect them. Though it goes against her behavior and survival instincts, Anan will put her loved ones before herself in means of saving them or protecting them.
Likes:
Water/rain
Quiet
Running
Foals
Freedom
Dislikes:
Hot weather
Nosy others
Lightning
Fire
Loud noises
Fears:
Death
Predators
Fire
Hopes:
To always be free
To have a safe home and family
Dreams:
To be reincarnated
Goals:
Never be caught and kept as a 'pet'
History: Anan was born into a herd to the leading stallion as all foals, but her mother was a mare whom had once been tame, stolen from her human home by the wild stallion. She learned the trade of living quickly and learned the importance of being alert. As a foal, Anan was nearly always the one who wanted to play more than learn. She was often disciplined heavily for not listening or running off, chasing leaves through the grass. Upon growing up, she watched others leave the herd to become bachelors and at some point in time, gain their own herd if their lives weren't taken first. Anan spent months under her fathers rule and her mothers supervision, but felt tied down to the herd and she yearned for the freedom of the open land around her. Soon enough she got her wish, but not in the way she wanted. Upon wandering away from the herd for only a brief moment, she was captured by humans. The leggy yearling tried to run but ropes flew from all around her and tripped her. The humans, or rather rustlers to be later found out, took her to their home. Living in a stall with strange horses and animals around her didn't appeal. The humans adored her coloring, instantly taking to calling her Moon. She'd hated the name and everything about the humans. Soon enough they roped her again and put something on her back. Then one of them climbed on her back. Instantly she refused, rearing, bucking, anything to get them off. But they stayed on and every time she tried rearing, they pulled her over back wards. She soon learned not to rear, but that didn't stop her from bucking or biting and even kicking at them. The other horses at the stables didn't appeal to her, they all put up with the humans torment and let them on their backs. Anan was treated badly, whipped or hit whenever she refused their touch seemingly trying to made her behave, but it taught her to be worse. Anan was sick of the humans, sick of not having her freedom. When they realized, or gave up on her, they put her in a pasture like an ornament with the other horses. They sickened her, being stuck in a tiny pasture to eat all day and sleep all night. She longed for her herd and the wild nature. It wasn't long before she jumped the fence. Freedom at her hooves, she was free once again. Yet, upon returning, she couldn't find her herd, they had moved on without her. It was then she began going on as a loner, alone in the world. She befriended few and trusted even less but she knew how to live and survive, but the world isn't safe for a horse unless in a herd.
Friends and Family already at MoP: N/A
Picture:
Secret Password: My spirit sours through the sky while my body is bound to earth.
