Kachina, Breeze, Seldom, Takoda, Whisper
Aug 27, 2011 9:41:57 GMT -5
Post by Swede on Aug 27, 2011 9:41:57 GMT -5
Name: Kachina Veyra Spiritsong
Nickname: Kachina
Age: 11 years
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Buckskin tobiano
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Gender: Female
Markings: Blaze, tobiano markings (see picture)
History:
She was born and raised in the South, a land of plunging red rock canyons and soaring bluffs, of swirling dust and blazing sunsets. It was a magical land, still is; and her kind were horses of which only such a land could produce. The telling of ancient myths and legends was a favorite pastime, and each individual lived by the melody of his heartsong- that whisper, that rhythm, that secret thing which is your instinctive knowledge of Self. Yes, there were predators; yes, there was drought and flash floods and lightning storms; yes, there were humans who split up their herds and took their kin away. But her kind learned to live with these things, and give them meaning in their lives.
Kachina was born on a hot summer's night into one of the many little herds that lived peacefully in the region. Oh, yes, stallions fought on occasion, but it was far more common for them to be close friends; on the plateau above them lived a fierce breed who survived through strength and a harsh attitude, but Kachina's kind eked out a living in the desert through a mutual caring for those around them. It was into this which she was born, and in this which she was raised. Her full name is known only to her and to ghosts; names are a sacred thing in her home, the very definition of who you are, and some say that to tell another your true calling is to bare your very soul, to hand them a leash on your spirit- therefore, it is only given to those close and trusted. Kachina Veyra Spiritsong, known only as Kachina to most, though of course in a land where full names are never given, nicknames abound.
Her brother Sunchaser was two years older, and dear to her heart. He was so odd in some ways, never able to remain in one place, but always so friendly and gentle whenever he came to visit. He knew almost as many stories as the eldest horses did, and was always happy to share them. Kachina's first year was a happy one. So was her second; as time passed, a new younger brother joined the family, and she quite liked him. But as time went on, it was clear something was amiss with the colt; it was believed by some that he had told his true name to a malicious stranger who then twisted the colt's soul. There was no point in respecting his identity anymore, as he was too simple-minded to understand the concept of multiple names. So they all called him Takoda, his first name, his true name, and now his only name. Everyone took turns watching over him, but it was Kachina he liked best, and she who had the best hand with him.
When Kachina was five years old, the family ran into a group of bachelors at a watering hole. Kachina's sire was a respected stud, and the two groups both drank without any fuss, but she caught the eye of the eldest of the bachelors, a chestnut stallion. Some say that in this world, each soul is split in two, and if you find the other half, only true love can occur. Kachina was convinced that she had found this other half in this chestnut stallion. And she was correct; three days later, he found the herd and challenged her father. It was more a formality than anything else; after all, these were peaceful lands where a challenge wasn't often more than simple request, and the lead stallion gladly sent his daughter away with the chestnut. Takoda followed them, and he was welcomed into this new little herd; Kachina would not leave her helpless brother behind, and Hawkeye- for that was what the chestnut stallion was generally called- became quite fond of his beloved mare's brother.
Life was sweet, but it was also tough; there were troubling signs now and then, and inclement weather, and occasionally humans would stalk the lands. Thus, for various reasons, it was several years before Kachina and Hawkeye had their first foal, a lovely little filly called Breeze. But it was a bad time, the worst in a generation; for the first time ever, the savage herds on the mythical plateau above them were rounded up, and most of the remainder died in a mysterious plague. It was not long before the lower desert was attacked too, humans coming to take the horses, shoot the horses, whatever it took to clear them out. Kachina, Takoda, and Hawkeye entered a nearby network of narrow canyons and gullies, but a misstep caused Hawkeye to slip and fall off the ledge trail. It was only perhaps ten feet or so to the bottom, but he fell into an abandoned, forgotten roundup corral. There was no way out, and Kachina could only watch as her beloved gradually wasted away, eventually dying of thirst.
Grief-stricken, Kachina led Takoda and her daughter away from that place, where they met Sunchaser and his new mare. She took some comfort in being with her older brother again, but Fate was not yet done dealing tragedies. Sunchaser's mare vanished, leaving him worried and distraught. They came across their father's herd, gunned down and left to rot in the dust. Sunchaser couldn't take it; he wanted to leave the desert and never return. There was nothing left, he argued- most of the herds were gone. Kachina was stubborn, and chose to stay. Thus, Sunchaser left them.
A few days passed, and the little band met a lone stallion. Kachina recognized him; he was an old friend of Sunchaser's. She didn't know his name, of course, but she knew what others called him: Seldom Seen. He had a tendency to disappear for weeks or months, only to be spotted near the watering hole as if nothing had happened. He had no herd, and his own birth family was dead, just like theirs. After many long discussions, they understood that they would have to leave. It wasn't safe here anymore. So Kachina, Takoda, Seldom, and Breeze set off. To where? They didn't know. They traveled as refugees, never staying long in one place, hoping to find something, anything, that could feel like home again.
One spring, she bred with Seldom- he wasn't more than a friend, but they saw no reason to deny their instincts- and a year later little Whisper was born. She hopes she can keep her fragile family safe, as she has done for the past few years.
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12 years in Dec 2011.
13 years in June 2012.
14 years in Oct 2012.
Nickname: Kachina
Age: 11 years
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Buckskin tobiano
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Gender: Female
Markings: Blaze, tobiano markings (see picture)
History:
She was born and raised in the South, a land of plunging red rock canyons and soaring bluffs, of swirling dust and blazing sunsets. It was a magical land, still is; and her kind were horses of which only such a land could produce. The telling of ancient myths and legends was a favorite pastime, and each individual lived by the melody of his heartsong- that whisper, that rhythm, that secret thing which is your instinctive knowledge of Self. Yes, there were predators; yes, there was drought and flash floods and lightning storms; yes, there were humans who split up their herds and took their kin away. But her kind learned to live with these things, and give them meaning in their lives.
Kachina was born on a hot summer's night into one of the many little herds that lived peacefully in the region. Oh, yes, stallions fought on occasion, but it was far more common for them to be close friends; on the plateau above them lived a fierce breed who survived through strength and a harsh attitude, but Kachina's kind eked out a living in the desert through a mutual caring for those around them. It was into this which she was born, and in this which she was raised. Her full name is known only to her and to ghosts; names are a sacred thing in her home, the very definition of who you are, and some say that to tell another your true calling is to bare your very soul, to hand them a leash on your spirit- therefore, it is only given to those close and trusted. Kachina Veyra Spiritsong, known only as Kachina to most, though of course in a land where full names are never given, nicknames abound.
Her brother Sunchaser was two years older, and dear to her heart. He was so odd in some ways, never able to remain in one place, but always so friendly and gentle whenever he came to visit. He knew almost as many stories as the eldest horses did, and was always happy to share them. Kachina's first year was a happy one. So was her second; as time passed, a new younger brother joined the family, and she quite liked him. But as time went on, it was clear something was amiss with the colt; it was believed by some that he had told his true name to a malicious stranger who then twisted the colt's soul. There was no point in respecting his identity anymore, as he was too simple-minded to understand the concept of multiple names. So they all called him Takoda, his first name, his true name, and now his only name. Everyone took turns watching over him, but it was Kachina he liked best, and she who had the best hand with him.
When Kachina was five years old, the family ran into a group of bachelors at a watering hole. Kachina's sire was a respected stud, and the two groups both drank without any fuss, but she caught the eye of the eldest of the bachelors, a chestnut stallion. Some say that in this world, each soul is split in two, and if you find the other half, only true love can occur. Kachina was convinced that she had found this other half in this chestnut stallion. And she was correct; three days later, he found the herd and challenged her father. It was more a formality than anything else; after all, these were peaceful lands where a challenge wasn't often more than simple request, and the lead stallion gladly sent his daughter away with the chestnut. Takoda followed them, and he was welcomed into this new little herd; Kachina would not leave her helpless brother behind, and Hawkeye- for that was what the chestnut stallion was generally called- became quite fond of his beloved mare's brother.
Life was sweet, but it was also tough; there were troubling signs now and then, and inclement weather, and occasionally humans would stalk the lands. Thus, for various reasons, it was several years before Kachina and Hawkeye had their first foal, a lovely little filly called Breeze. But it was a bad time, the worst in a generation; for the first time ever, the savage herds on the mythical plateau above them were rounded up, and most of the remainder died in a mysterious plague. It was not long before the lower desert was attacked too, humans coming to take the horses, shoot the horses, whatever it took to clear them out. Kachina, Takoda, and Hawkeye entered a nearby network of narrow canyons and gullies, but a misstep caused Hawkeye to slip and fall off the ledge trail. It was only perhaps ten feet or so to the bottom, but he fell into an abandoned, forgotten roundup corral. There was no way out, and Kachina could only watch as her beloved gradually wasted away, eventually dying of thirst.
Grief-stricken, Kachina led Takoda and her daughter away from that place, where they met Sunchaser and his new mare. She took some comfort in being with her older brother again, but Fate was not yet done dealing tragedies. Sunchaser's mare vanished, leaving him worried and distraught. They came across their father's herd, gunned down and left to rot in the dust. Sunchaser couldn't take it; he wanted to leave the desert and never return. There was nothing left, he argued- most of the herds were gone. Kachina was stubborn, and chose to stay. Thus, Sunchaser left them.
A few days passed, and the little band met a lone stallion. Kachina recognized him; he was an old friend of Sunchaser's. She didn't know his name, of course, but she knew what others called him: Seldom Seen. He had a tendency to disappear for weeks or months, only to be spotted near the watering hole as if nothing had happened. He had no herd, and his own birth family was dead, just like theirs. After many long discussions, they understood that they would have to leave. It wasn't safe here anymore. So Kachina, Takoda, Seldom, and Breeze set off. To where? They didn't know. They traveled as refugees, never staying long in one place, hoping to find something, anything, that could feel like home again.
One spring, she bred with Seldom- he wasn't more than a friend, but they saw no reason to deny their instincts- and a year later little Whisper was born. She hopes she can keep her fragile family safe, as she has done for the past few years.
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12 years in Dec 2011.
13 years in June 2012.
14 years in Oct 2012.
| Name | Sire | Dam's Age at Birth |
| Breeze | Hawkeye | 8 years |
| Whisper | Seldom Seen | 11 years |
| Raven | Sapphique | 14 years |
