Post by lilmisspony on Mar 27, 2009 19:21:06 GMT -5
Name: Phebos
Also known as: Phebe
breed: "wild horse"
Gender: female
Age: six
Colour: Rich red chestnut
Eye colour: brown
markings: star on forehead
Celestial element: Mars
Terrestrial element: the desert
History:
the herd of mars is one that is known for bloodshed. Well, at least, it should be. But, that is not the entire truth. The herd of mars is one that has always worshipped the blance of nature. With good comes bad, whith harmony comes disharmony. It was how nature worked. All life came to an end, and it was her job to ensure that horses were reminded of the reality that they faced. It sure made it easier to accept the death of one's beloved.
The herd was one that remained as its own unit. It kept to istelf, and rarely mingled with other herds. Until, that is, the herd noticed that the balance had been disrupted.
Peace had come to the lands that the herd was living in. It seemed that mother nature had forgotten her job. It seemed that everything was prosperous. The herd decided that if mother nature was to forget her role, then they would take it up and remind the horses of the land that with happiness came misery. They became the chaos masters of the lands.
Young colts stole mares, and beat other colts to within an inch of their life. Stallions would take the lives of the weak and the old. Mares would cause heartbreak. Occasionally they would be responsible for the loss of the healthy. Nature would take the healthy occasionally, they argued.
Fortunately for the rest of the land, they recognised that nature rarely committed mass murder. Only one war was ever entered into, and it was against a herd that should have been wiped out by evoloution anyway.
This is the lessons of phebe's ancestors, the actions of her grandparents and the teachings of her parents. It is the mindset of phebe.
Her story:
Phebe ws born to a maiden mare, a favourite of the lead stallion of the herd. As a young foal she was taught the beliefs of the herd. Mother nature kept order, and it was their job to keep order when mother nature forgot. Phebe embraced the ideas, and became a standout within the herd. It was this that gave her the time honoured name of Phebos.
Phebe took her first life a a yearling. a young foal was abandonded by its mother, to die in the snow. Phebe disposed of it efficently, and quietly. The foal would have died regardless of what Phebe did.
Her father was proud of her actions, and decided to allow phebe to take the next step one year later. She was told to make a young colt love her. She was then to leave him, and remind him of the heartbreak that had to be felt by law of the natural order.
One dark, moonless night, Phebe met a colt, her age, her height, and the richest, darkest black that she had ever met. She literally bumped into him, and in that one instant, she fell in love.
She spent many nights with the colt, unable to bring him to tears by leaving him. She loved him, and she knew that he loved her. For once, the order seemed to want to favour her. For once, the order was rewarding her for her hard work in keeping the balance.
Phebes father was not happy upon the discovery that Phebe was deliberately disobeying the order. He met the couple one night, on the night of the full moon. He walked up to the stallion, and with two short blows, Phebe's beloved lay on the ground, dead. "It is time that you learnt to understand the implications of the order!" He had growled at her, "Now your beloved lays dead because you couldn't be bothered to do your job. You are lucky that I have done it for you."
Phebe was terrorfied that her father would do this, but she accepted that it was the order. She stayed with the herd for a month or so, lamenting the loss of the one colt that she truly desired. She could not bear to stay near her father, the murderer of the colt, so late one night, she vanished. The herd no longer knows where their prized Phebe has gone.
Phebe has long since become sour. The order has forced her into misery. She understands that the order has plans of her, and that the order wants her to be miserable. But, she has decided it does not mean that the rest of the world should be full of happiness. To this day, she is still a desciple of the order, but to her, the order means that things have to be broken. Misery is a consequence of life.
Also known as: Phebe
breed: "wild horse"
Gender: female
Age: six
Colour: Rich red chestnut
Eye colour: brown
markings: star on forehead
Celestial element: Mars
Terrestrial element: the desert
History:
the herd of mars is one that is known for bloodshed. Well, at least, it should be. But, that is not the entire truth. The herd of mars is one that has always worshipped the blance of nature. With good comes bad, whith harmony comes disharmony. It was how nature worked. All life came to an end, and it was her job to ensure that horses were reminded of the reality that they faced. It sure made it easier to accept the death of one's beloved.
The herd was one that remained as its own unit. It kept to istelf, and rarely mingled with other herds. Until, that is, the herd noticed that the balance had been disrupted.
Peace had come to the lands that the herd was living in. It seemed that mother nature had forgotten her job. It seemed that everything was prosperous. The herd decided that if mother nature was to forget her role, then they would take it up and remind the horses of the land that with happiness came misery. They became the chaos masters of the lands.
Young colts stole mares, and beat other colts to within an inch of their life. Stallions would take the lives of the weak and the old. Mares would cause heartbreak. Occasionally they would be responsible for the loss of the healthy. Nature would take the healthy occasionally, they argued.
Fortunately for the rest of the land, they recognised that nature rarely committed mass murder. Only one war was ever entered into, and it was against a herd that should have been wiped out by evoloution anyway.
This is the lessons of phebe's ancestors, the actions of her grandparents and the teachings of her parents. It is the mindset of phebe.
Her story:
Phebe ws born to a maiden mare, a favourite of the lead stallion of the herd. As a young foal she was taught the beliefs of the herd. Mother nature kept order, and it was their job to keep order when mother nature forgot. Phebe embraced the ideas, and became a standout within the herd. It was this that gave her the time honoured name of Phebos.
Phebe took her first life a a yearling. a young foal was abandonded by its mother, to die in the snow. Phebe disposed of it efficently, and quietly. The foal would have died regardless of what Phebe did.
Her father was proud of her actions, and decided to allow phebe to take the next step one year later. She was told to make a young colt love her. She was then to leave him, and remind him of the heartbreak that had to be felt by law of the natural order.
One dark, moonless night, Phebe met a colt, her age, her height, and the richest, darkest black that she had ever met. She literally bumped into him, and in that one instant, she fell in love.
She spent many nights with the colt, unable to bring him to tears by leaving him. She loved him, and she knew that he loved her. For once, the order seemed to want to favour her. For once, the order was rewarding her for her hard work in keeping the balance.
Phebes father was not happy upon the discovery that Phebe was deliberately disobeying the order. He met the couple one night, on the night of the full moon. He walked up to the stallion, and with two short blows, Phebe's beloved lay on the ground, dead. "It is time that you learnt to understand the implications of the order!" He had growled at her, "Now your beloved lays dead because you couldn't be bothered to do your job. You are lucky that I have done it for you."
Phebe was terrorfied that her father would do this, but she accepted that it was the order. She stayed with the herd for a month or so, lamenting the loss of the one colt that she truly desired. She could not bear to stay near her father, the murderer of the colt, so late one night, she vanished. The herd no longer knows where their prized Phebe has gone.
Phebe has long since become sour. The order has forced her into misery. She understands that the order has plans of her, and that the order wants her to be miserable. But, she has decided it does not mean that the rest of the world should be full of happiness. To this day, she is still a desciple of the order, but to her, the order means that things have to be broken. Misery is a consequence of life.
She is the Chaos Master