Dusty (Dust Relic)
Feb 25, 2010 13:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Dusty's Girl on Feb 25, 2010 13:50:00 GMT -5
Name: Dusty
Age: 3 months old
Height:
Breed: Irish Draught
Color: Cremello
Markings: Star, blue eyes
Gender: Mare
Family Line: Delourian
Maiden had never been able to carry a foal, it was her curse to bear, she was sure of it. Born into the Dark Herds, she was raised in a strange place of inbreeding and darkness. To protect the ways, they always told her. But she was sure that was going to be the downfall of the herd. And soon, it was starting to show its weakness. Foals were born deformed and quite dumb, never growing past the age of three or four months old. Her eyes watched all of this and when she became the age of breeding, she did allow the stallions to cover her, but no foal was ever born. Except this past season. A foal was conceived and thrived. It grew inside of her, but she knew something was wrong. It never saw the light of day. As she bore the foal, she knew that it was badly deformed and there would be no life for this one, yet again. But then, he came to her. The black that was secretive. The last son of Brught, they said. Warrior is what they called him, but she knew him as something else. They were friends in the herd, close friends. He was Thorn to her, as was his true name. He appeared the night that her foal died, dragging a cremello filly at his side. Newborn and lacking a mother, he claimed. She gathered the filly up and nursed her to health, calling the young one Dusty for her coloring. Thorn stayed by her for some time, but then he vanished yet again. He kept speaking of a mare and needing to find her, and taking out the blackness to disband the herd of evilness. Maiden did not understand his speech until he later came to get her, taking her into another land to show her the meaning of his words.
