Princess and Cayla
Jan 7, 2008 20:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Adoption on Jan 7, 2008 20:36:26 GMT -5
Name: The Golden Lady ("Princess")
Age: 6 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter
Height: 15.1hh
Colour: Champagne with white mane & tail
Eye Colour: Pale blue
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
History: The Golden Lady, or Princess, as her nickname was, was born and raised in captivity. She made an excellent showhorse because of her quiet, gentle manner and her willingness to please and obey the humans that rode her.
She won title after title and eventually became famous. She executed the Fox Trot that her breed was famous for with grace and ease again and again. Her owners were proud, and basked in the attention that she brought to their stable. Of course, she was rewarded for her good performance, but little did she know that her owners were gaining more profit from it than did she. However, little did she care. Princess lived a simple life full of love and attention, and she was a tad spoiled, although she was still sweet.
Her dam and sire had broken free and run off into the wild with her twin sister when she and her sister were but fillies. However, somehow, they had left her behind. Princess didn't mind all too much, although she sometimes wished she could've known her parents and her sister. Especially her sister. After all, they were twins, but they hardly knew each other. Princess didn't even know if her twin was alive. And yet, sometimes she would dream of a mare with much darker eyes, who otherwise looked exactly like her. She always had a feeling that this was her sister. But, she had no real way of knowing. So her life went on, and her sister's life went on, both of them a mystery to each other.
However, there was one night that changed absolutely everything. It was a midsummer night, and all was stiflingly still and hot. Every horse was cranky, but Princess, as usual, was pleasant and cheerful as always. But the moment her sapphire eyes closed their lids, she was a different mare altogether.
Screaming in fury, Princess awoke with a start and lashed out at the sides and door of her stall. Her neighbors panicked and she reared high, tossing her beautiful white mane and striking out with terribly powerful legs. One stable hand, a young boy who had just started working at the stable a month ago, was blinded when she struck him down. And when the other horses whom she had known all her life called out to her using her show name, she would scream that her name was Cayla and she never wanted to be called The Golden Lady or Princess again.
Chaos ensued. Pandemonium reigned. Confusion was every horse and human's mind. The stable hands were unable to restrain the suddenly dangerous mare, and Cayla broke free and ran, ran far, far away.
When the mare came back to her senses, she was The Golden Lady again, but she was far away from her home in a very strange place. She had some minor cuts and bruises on her legs from where she had hurt herself by striking out too hard. But she was scared, for she recollected no memory of the previous night... only that she had a terrible dream, that she was some wild horse living out in the middle of nowhere with a herd of equally as primitive horses. What happened that night is still a complete mystery to Princess, who still thinks of herself that way.
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Name: Cayla
Age: 6 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter
Height: 15.2hh
Colour: Champagne with white mane & tail
Eye Colour: A very dark blue, almost black
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
History: Cayla was born wild and raised wild. Her herd was a rag-tag collection of wandering vagabonds. The lead stallion claimed no land; they wandered as they wished, through many other herds' lands. There were horses of all kinds: all sorts of breeds and mixes were found. And yet, they shared a companionship.
They were a herd of ferocious, almost warrior-like horses, fierce and proud to the bitter end. And indeed, the end was usually bitter. However, they lived their lives that way and loved it, feuding with other herds and never staying still, loving each other like family even though hardly any of them were related. It was hardly your typical herd atmosphere... more, the atmosphere of a strange herd-clan.
Cayla was like the rest of them. Wild and free-spirited and regal. her parents had escaped from captivity when she was but a filly, and she had come with them. They often told her of her twin sister, that had become left behind as they ran away from the stable. But Cayla always secretly scorned this sister. After all, she had been too weak and slow and hadn't been able to keep up with her family. Why should they have taken her along anyways?
And yet, sometimes, Cayla would dream of a mare that looked exactly like her, but with much lighter blue eyes. They would stand there and stare at each other and do nothing else. Cayla usually was irritated by action-less, still dreams, but she often enjoyed just seeing this other mare, for she always had the feeling that this mare was her sister, her twin. And yet, that couldn't be true.
But one hot, lazy midsummer night, everyone was angry and irate. You see, this herd did not just get cranky. They got violent and dangerous in situations that would make any other herd just plainly cranky. Flies buzzed around and manes stuck to necks, and even though it was nighttime there was unbearable heat.
And thus, there was fighting. Undoubtedly there would be fighting. But none of the herd members would really hurt each other, just nip and kick and scream. Cayla was in the middle of it as usual, squabbling just like the rest of them. And yet, for a moment she paused and closed her eyes. But the moment she opened them, it was as if she was a different mare.
She began to weep and cry for everyone to stop when she saw them all fighting. And every single horse stopped and stared, for that was the only thing they could do. What had happened to the Cayla that had used to be one of them?
Convinced the heat was getting to her head, they tried to get her to change for the next hour. She kept wimpering and saying that her name was The Golden Lady, that her name was Princess. However, her fellow herd members had very little patience, and eventually just grew angry with her sudden "sissy-ness" and decided to banish her. Even Cayla's own parents were feeling violent that night, and didn't object at all as they cast her away.
When Cayla came to, it was morning. Her herd was gone, and she had no memory of the past night. All she remembered was a certain nightmare, in which she was crammed in a stuffy stall with sissy horses on either side of her who kept calling her some stiff human show name. Her parents had told her numerous horror stories about these things, and thus she had kicked her way out. A nightmare that had turned out well.
But now she had awoken to a living nightmare. Where was she now?
Age: 6 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter
Height: 15.1hh
Colour: Champagne with white mane & tail
Eye Colour: Pale blue
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
History: The Golden Lady, or Princess, as her nickname was, was born and raised in captivity. She made an excellent showhorse because of her quiet, gentle manner and her willingness to please and obey the humans that rode her.
She won title after title and eventually became famous. She executed the Fox Trot that her breed was famous for with grace and ease again and again. Her owners were proud, and basked in the attention that she brought to their stable. Of course, she was rewarded for her good performance, but little did she know that her owners were gaining more profit from it than did she. However, little did she care. Princess lived a simple life full of love and attention, and she was a tad spoiled, although she was still sweet.
Her dam and sire had broken free and run off into the wild with her twin sister when she and her sister were but fillies. However, somehow, they had left her behind. Princess didn't mind all too much, although she sometimes wished she could've known her parents and her sister. Especially her sister. After all, they were twins, but they hardly knew each other. Princess didn't even know if her twin was alive. And yet, sometimes she would dream of a mare with much darker eyes, who otherwise looked exactly like her. She always had a feeling that this was her sister. But, she had no real way of knowing. So her life went on, and her sister's life went on, both of them a mystery to each other.
However, there was one night that changed absolutely everything. It was a midsummer night, and all was stiflingly still and hot. Every horse was cranky, but Princess, as usual, was pleasant and cheerful as always. But the moment her sapphire eyes closed their lids, she was a different mare altogether.
Screaming in fury, Princess awoke with a start and lashed out at the sides and door of her stall. Her neighbors panicked and she reared high, tossing her beautiful white mane and striking out with terribly powerful legs. One stable hand, a young boy who had just started working at the stable a month ago, was blinded when she struck him down. And when the other horses whom she had known all her life called out to her using her show name, she would scream that her name was Cayla and she never wanted to be called The Golden Lady or Princess again.
Chaos ensued. Pandemonium reigned. Confusion was every horse and human's mind. The stable hands were unable to restrain the suddenly dangerous mare, and Cayla broke free and ran, ran far, far away.
When the mare came back to her senses, she was The Golden Lady again, but she was far away from her home in a very strange place. She had some minor cuts and bruises on her legs from where she had hurt herself by striking out too hard. But she was scared, for she recollected no memory of the previous night... only that she had a terrible dream, that she was some wild horse living out in the middle of nowhere with a herd of equally as primitive horses. What happened that night is still a complete mystery to Princess, who still thinks of herself that way.
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Name: Cayla
Age: 6 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter
Height: 15.2hh
Colour: Champagne with white mane & tail
Eye Colour: A very dark blue, almost black
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
History: Cayla was born wild and raised wild. Her herd was a rag-tag collection of wandering vagabonds. The lead stallion claimed no land; they wandered as they wished, through many other herds' lands. There were horses of all kinds: all sorts of breeds and mixes were found. And yet, they shared a companionship.
They were a herd of ferocious, almost warrior-like horses, fierce and proud to the bitter end. And indeed, the end was usually bitter. However, they lived their lives that way and loved it, feuding with other herds and never staying still, loving each other like family even though hardly any of them were related. It was hardly your typical herd atmosphere... more, the atmosphere of a strange herd-clan.
Cayla was like the rest of them. Wild and free-spirited and regal. her parents had escaped from captivity when she was but a filly, and she had come with them. They often told her of her twin sister, that had become left behind as they ran away from the stable. But Cayla always secretly scorned this sister. After all, she had been too weak and slow and hadn't been able to keep up with her family. Why should they have taken her along anyways?
And yet, sometimes, Cayla would dream of a mare that looked exactly like her, but with much lighter blue eyes. They would stand there and stare at each other and do nothing else. Cayla usually was irritated by action-less, still dreams, but she often enjoyed just seeing this other mare, for she always had the feeling that this mare was her sister, her twin. And yet, that couldn't be true.
But one hot, lazy midsummer night, everyone was angry and irate. You see, this herd did not just get cranky. They got violent and dangerous in situations that would make any other herd just plainly cranky. Flies buzzed around and manes stuck to necks, and even though it was nighttime there was unbearable heat.
And thus, there was fighting. Undoubtedly there would be fighting. But none of the herd members would really hurt each other, just nip and kick and scream. Cayla was in the middle of it as usual, squabbling just like the rest of them. And yet, for a moment she paused and closed her eyes. But the moment she opened them, it was as if she was a different mare.
She began to weep and cry for everyone to stop when she saw them all fighting. And every single horse stopped and stared, for that was the only thing they could do. What had happened to the Cayla that had used to be one of them?
Convinced the heat was getting to her head, they tried to get her to change for the next hour. She kept wimpering and saying that her name was The Golden Lady, that her name was Princess. However, her fellow herd members had very little patience, and eventually just grew angry with her sudden "sissy-ness" and decided to banish her. Even Cayla's own parents were feeling violent that night, and didn't object at all as they cast her away.
When Cayla came to, it was morning. Her herd was gone, and she had no memory of the past night. All she remembered was a certain nightmare, in which she was crammed in a stuffy stall with sissy horses on either side of her who kept calling her some stiff human show name. Her parents had told her numerous horror stories about these things, and thus she had kicked her way out. A nightmare that had turned out well.
But now she had awoken to a living nightmare. Where was she now?