Solbrinn (Or is she?)
Mar 27, 2009 19:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Swede on Mar 27, 2009 19:50:33 GMT -5
name: Solbrinn, Indra, Lilia
age: 7 years
height: 15.2 hh
gender: female
colour of coat: brindle
colour of eyes: brown
Markings: well, brindle markings
Personality: Confused. Schizo, obsessive-compulsive, a nerve-shattered mess. Intelligent, but very spacy and difficult to communicate with. Short attention span. In short, mental issues reign supreme.
Celestial element: Born of the sun herd- ask pony to explain if you do not know of the celestial herds.
History:
There was once a really stupid Sun herd mare. Stupid as in relatively compared to other Sun horses. And no, she was not a vegetable. A long complicated chain of events set off by her but too complicated for her to understand eventually led the others into driving her out. They were quite simply sick of her idiocy. Well, some herd too kind for its own good took her in, bringing her battered self-esteem right back up again. Then again, it could just have been the stallion's instincts kicking in when she was accepted-- about a year later, she returned to her old herd, heavily pregnant.
When the filly was born, the Sun mother gave her a short glance and called her Solbrinn. It took a couple days for her to notice the foal's unusual coloring. Mild dislike turned into full scorn and loathing. The other foals enjoyed beating on the freak, but she eventually learned to fight back. She wasn't stupid; au contraire, she was the most intelligent member of the herd even as a newborn. Still, she did not understand the reasons behind her torment, and if asked the others probably wouldn't have been able to give a logical answer either. It was quite nerve-shattering.
Eventually, she got to her second summer somehow, and her entertainment factor began to wear off for the others. She was ostracized and would most likely have been killed, had she not fled in a desperate bid for mental peace. Still, she was young and hadn't been brought up in the most well-mannered or social of herds. The young mare was shunned by many for her crude, aggressive ways. The confusion and loneliness was starting to get to her.
An older stallion, Kir, noticed her odd coat and took an interest to a horse he otherwise would never have spoken to. He was sympathetic to her plight, and took her under his wing, teaching her about a more realistic way of life and giving her the chance to let go of her Sun memories. Solitude and disinterest made it difficult to pry her name out of her, so the stallion gave her a new one: Indra. She went by this name for about a year, during which time she was tamed by her only friend.
But happiness would not last. The pair had traveled to a lake to drink. A small group of powerful, bright chestnut young stallions approached them. They laughed and taunted Indra for a bit, but Kir intervened. Stopping their fun made them angry, and they attacked him. The old horse, whom she had loved and admired, the only father figure she had ever had in her tempestuous life, was brutally murdered before her own eyes. Needless to say, the experience was traumatising and solidified her fear and hatred of her old kin.
She stayed and grieved by Kir's body for weeks, but at last survival instincts forced her to move in search of more food and water. Others spoke to her: some were sympathetic, others helpful, and still more tormented her. What Indra didn't realize was that she was the only one who heard their voices; in the real world, others gave her sideways looks and edged away from the horse who talked to herself and hallucinated.
At one point, she fell in with a small band of horses who allowed her to stay. They utterly ignored her ravings, but in company she found comfort. But because no one was willing to listen to her and rebuild her confidence, her mental state was just as messed up as ever. She was unable to give her own name, so they referred to her as Lilia. Lilia stayed with them for an unmeasured time, before the old lead mare was overthrown and a newer, less tolerant lead drove her out.
By this point in time, she was 5 years old and utterly alone. Solbrinn, Indra, and Lilia wandered a bleak and desolate landscape. Her odd coat attracted attention, but her odd mind repelled it. For a while, she was lost in space and time, with no idea where or who she was. Eventually, she found herself in a vast desert, and in the solitude and monotony she found solace. She grew sane again for a brief time, most of which she spent meditating on life. Gradually, she migrated across the dunes to the hills, where she again ran into other horses. Emboldened by her new ideas and epiphanies, the brindled mare tried to approach them; but the superstitious herd gave her no chance. Frightened by her wild eyes, odd coat, and strange appearance out of the lifeless desert, they drove her out, calling her a devil of the sands. She did not understand their tongue, nor was she a demon of any sort, but the hostility was clear, and she fled.
This latest rejection was very crushing to her shreds of self-esteem. Running into another group of Sun horses didn't help either-- one of them had grown up with her and vaguely remembered the freak. The freak was then promptly beaten up on the spot. Dazed, our mare fled once again. Who knows to where?
age: 7 years
height: 15.2 hh
gender: female
colour of coat: brindle
colour of eyes: brown
Markings: well, brindle markings
Personality: Confused. Schizo, obsessive-compulsive, a nerve-shattered mess. Intelligent, but very spacy and difficult to communicate with. Short attention span. In short, mental issues reign supreme.
Celestial element: Born of the sun herd- ask pony to explain if you do not know of the celestial herds.
History:
There was once a really stupid Sun herd mare. Stupid as in relatively compared to other Sun horses. And no, she was not a vegetable. A long complicated chain of events set off by her but too complicated for her to understand eventually led the others into driving her out. They were quite simply sick of her idiocy. Well, some herd too kind for its own good took her in, bringing her battered self-esteem right back up again. Then again, it could just have been the stallion's instincts kicking in when she was accepted-- about a year later, she returned to her old herd, heavily pregnant.
When the filly was born, the Sun mother gave her a short glance and called her Solbrinn. It took a couple days for her to notice the foal's unusual coloring. Mild dislike turned into full scorn and loathing. The other foals enjoyed beating on the freak, but she eventually learned to fight back. She wasn't stupid; au contraire, she was the most intelligent member of the herd even as a newborn. Still, she did not understand the reasons behind her torment, and if asked the others probably wouldn't have been able to give a logical answer either. It was quite nerve-shattering.
Eventually, she got to her second summer somehow, and her entertainment factor began to wear off for the others. She was ostracized and would most likely have been killed, had she not fled in a desperate bid for mental peace. Still, she was young and hadn't been brought up in the most well-mannered or social of herds. The young mare was shunned by many for her crude, aggressive ways. The confusion and loneliness was starting to get to her.
An older stallion, Kir, noticed her odd coat and took an interest to a horse he otherwise would never have spoken to. He was sympathetic to her plight, and took her under his wing, teaching her about a more realistic way of life and giving her the chance to let go of her Sun memories. Solitude and disinterest made it difficult to pry her name out of her, so the stallion gave her a new one: Indra. She went by this name for about a year, during which time she was tamed by her only friend.
But happiness would not last. The pair had traveled to a lake to drink. A small group of powerful, bright chestnut young stallions approached them. They laughed and taunted Indra for a bit, but Kir intervened. Stopping their fun made them angry, and they attacked him. The old horse, whom she had loved and admired, the only father figure she had ever had in her tempestuous life, was brutally murdered before her own eyes. Needless to say, the experience was traumatising and solidified her fear and hatred of her old kin.
She stayed and grieved by Kir's body for weeks, but at last survival instincts forced her to move in search of more food and water. Others spoke to her: some were sympathetic, others helpful, and still more tormented her. What Indra didn't realize was that she was the only one who heard their voices; in the real world, others gave her sideways looks and edged away from the horse who talked to herself and hallucinated.
At one point, she fell in with a small band of horses who allowed her to stay. They utterly ignored her ravings, but in company she found comfort. But because no one was willing to listen to her and rebuild her confidence, her mental state was just as messed up as ever. She was unable to give her own name, so they referred to her as Lilia. Lilia stayed with them for an unmeasured time, before the old lead mare was overthrown and a newer, less tolerant lead drove her out.
By this point in time, she was 5 years old and utterly alone. Solbrinn, Indra, and Lilia wandered a bleak and desolate landscape. Her odd coat attracted attention, but her odd mind repelled it. For a while, she was lost in space and time, with no idea where or who she was. Eventually, she found herself in a vast desert, and in the solitude and monotony she found solace. She grew sane again for a brief time, most of which she spent meditating on life. Gradually, she migrated across the dunes to the hills, where she again ran into other horses. Emboldened by her new ideas and epiphanies, the brindled mare tried to approach them; but the superstitious herd gave her no chance. Frightened by her wild eyes, odd coat, and strange appearance out of the lifeless desert, they drove her out, calling her a devil of the sands. She did not understand their tongue, nor was she a demon of any sort, but the hostility was clear, and she fled.
This latest rejection was very crushing to her shreds of self-esteem. Running into another group of Sun horses didn't help either-- one of them had grown up with her and vaguely remembered the freak. The freak was then promptly beaten up on the spot. Dazed, our mare fled once again. Who knows to where?
