Machete (Dao) [Strath]
Jan 2, 2012 5:15:02 GMT -5
Post by Captain Stumpy on Jan 2, 2012 5:15:02 GMT -5
Name: Machete (aka: Dao)
Age: 14
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15"1
Colour: Palomino
Eye Colour: Amber
Gender: Mare
Markings: none
Physical Condition [Emaciated]-___|______-[Obese]
Genes:
Extention: e/e
Cream: Cr/cr
Flaxen: Fl/fl
History:
Machete grew up a foal of the lesser known Strath. Her father rarely showed himself, so she grew up in her mothers shadow.
Her mother, was to put it simpily the envious type, She loathed how much attention Rysen gave his lead mare and there coloured Son. She envyed them enough to show visable disapiontment in her lowly palomino filly. It oviously wasn't good enough to get Rysen's attention. He wanted coloured foals, he wanted colts. so what good was Machete? She'd named her daughter the same theme as Rysen's golden boy but it still wasn't enough.
This influenced Machete's life drematicly, she didn't just envy she hated as well. She hated not being perfect, not being what her mother wanted, not being what her leader wanted. But most of all she hated Dagger. If it wasn't for him being so perfect her foalhood could have been so much easier. Her youth was spent dreaming of being a great coloured colt winning all the foal games and running up to stand by Rysen looking down at the valley of Strath... but that was just a dream
3 years later her mother had finaly lost her mind, imbarresed and ashaimed of her first attempt at a foal she blamed Machete's existance for the reason she couldn't get Rysen to breed with her and had to make due with the lesser stallions instead. The Dirty Palomino Mare chaised Machete clean out of the territory whilst on a 'mother daughter' strole. The mother returned to the herd smiling proudly and exclaming her first daughter was nothing but a mistake that had been removed from Strath forever.
But that wasn't strickty true, Machete had run for her life and thanks to her youth easily outran her demonic dam. Her mother screaming all sorts of insults after her. She spent afue more lonely nights in the valley before she'd realised she'd tresspassed on Dalt soil, and feared being caught by both Dalt and Strath fled the territory altogether.
She traveled firther uphill instead of going straight to the plains. The clouds rolled over the rocky path hiding the future and the passed. It was there she first laid eyes on a old grey stallion. At first and naturaly she feared the stranger, but unsure of how to travel down safely was glued to the spot. Later she called this old grey stallion Dao. Ans he became the father she never had.
Higher up the mountain she met Dao's family Qiang a old black stallion who the other stallions often refured to him as King, Jian A grey stallion sometimes called the Gentleman, Gun the chestnut stallion was also called Grandfather. And Dao's other name was General. All 4 stallions were 20 years old plus they'd traveled up the mountian in search of some sort of peace. Each one had a different story to tell when they lead there own herds, and how they lead there herds. the battles they'd faught and won. Each had a different way off battling, and it was fate who'd brought all 4 of them up the same mountain to share there storys and there last years together.
Machete learned alot from the 4 old stallions, years up the mountain brought her peace she didn't believe existed, but her peace shattered four ways. Jian was the first to pass, her and the remaining 3 stallions help bury him as was there new custom. then Gun passed away not a month after and again Machete Dao and Qiang spent hours digging a hollow grave in the thin soil of the mountain.
Another 2 years passed before Qiang who had gotten rather clumsy with his age fell and broke his leg. That was the very moment it all clicked into place for Machete because before she had time to gasp Dao was be his old brother's side, he whispered. 'You may rest now King' and struck Qiang above the eyes with the very sharpest angle of his diamond hard hooves. Qiang didn't even wimper or flinch. but Machete couldn't look. "Dearest Machete Please understand I have lived with this stallion meny years, I cannot watch my brother suffer any longer in this world" "But you killed him" Machete interputed. "Did I?" he said Machete shocked at his ignorance only found herself mouthing the words yes. "No, It was Qiang's day to die, maybe not that minute not if fate had continued. but it was Imminant the moment he fell, or maybe the moment he climbed so high in the firstplace or maybe fate new even sooner still" Dao said in his old wise words. "You can't change fate Machete, only live and hope fate hasn't come for you today"
Dao and Machete didn't talk about Qiang's death but Machete understood Dao's reason, maybe not his words but his reason. It was another 2 years after that when Dao died peacfuly in his sleep. Machete wept for days afterwards loosing her family. After burying him she couldn't find Peace on her mountain anylonger. The clouds tricked her into thinking her wise old stallions still stood by her.
Eventuly she trecked down, she was older wiser but less naive when it came to Strath and Dalt. when she returned to the valley it was not how she remembered it. a huge slope had fallen down burying the old grazing grounds. Not a hoof-print or sent of another horse. So She walked out of the valley and made her tracks towards the plains. She assumed that she'd never see the Strath or Dalt again, or ever be recagniced. So she could loose her vile name her stupid dam gave her. So from that day she interoduced hereself as Dao.
((Dao is a very simular weapon to a machete))
Age: 14
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15"1
Colour: Palomino
Eye Colour: Amber
Gender: Mare
Markings: none
Physical Condition [Emaciated]-___|______-[Obese]
Genes:
Extention: e/e
Cream: Cr/cr
Flaxen: Fl/fl
History:
Machete grew up a foal of the lesser known Strath. Her father rarely showed himself, so she grew up in her mothers shadow.
Her mother, was to put it simpily the envious type, She loathed how much attention Rysen gave his lead mare and there coloured Son. She envyed them enough to show visable disapiontment in her lowly palomino filly. It oviously wasn't good enough to get Rysen's attention. He wanted coloured foals, he wanted colts. so what good was Machete? She'd named her daughter the same theme as Rysen's golden boy but it still wasn't enough.
This influenced Machete's life drematicly, she didn't just envy she hated as well. She hated not being perfect, not being what her mother wanted, not being what her leader wanted. But most of all she hated Dagger. If it wasn't for him being so perfect her foalhood could have been so much easier. Her youth was spent dreaming of being a great coloured colt winning all the foal games and running up to stand by Rysen looking down at the valley of Strath... but that was just a dream
3 years later her mother had finaly lost her mind, imbarresed and ashaimed of her first attempt at a foal she blamed Machete's existance for the reason she couldn't get Rysen to breed with her and had to make due with the lesser stallions instead. The Dirty Palomino Mare chaised Machete clean out of the territory whilst on a 'mother daughter' strole. The mother returned to the herd smiling proudly and exclaming her first daughter was nothing but a mistake that had been removed from Strath forever.
But that wasn't strickty true, Machete had run for her life and thanks to her youth easily outran her demonic dam. Her mother screaming all sorts of insults after her. She spent afue more lonely nights in the valley before she'd realised she'd tresspassed on Dalt soil, and feared being caught by both Dalt and Strath fled the territory altogether.
She traveled firther uphill instead of going straight to the plains. The clouds rolled over the rocky path hiding the future and the passed. It was there she first laid eyes on a old grey stallion. At first and naturaly she feared the stranger, but unsure of how to travel down safely was glued to the spot. Later she called this old grey stallion Dao. Ans he became the father she never had.
Higher up the mountain she met Dao's family Qiang a old black stallion who the other stallions often refured to him as King, Jian A grey stallion sometimes called the Gentleman, Gun the chestnut stallion was also called Grandfather. And Dao's other name was General. All 4 stallions were 20 years old plus they'd traveled up the mountian in search of some sort of peace. Each one had a different story to tell when they lead there own herds, and how they lead there herds. the battles they'd faught and won. Each had a different way off battling, and it was fate who'd brought all 4 of them up the same mountain to share there storys and there last years together.
Machete learned alot from the 4 old stallions, years up the mountain brought her peace she didn't believe existed, but her peace shattered four ways. Jian was the first to pass, her and the remaining 3 stallions help bury him as was there new custom. then Gun passed away not a month after and again Machete Dao and Qiang spent hours digging a hollow grave in the thin soil of the mountain.
Another 2 years passed before Qiang who had gotten rather clumsy with his age fell and broke his leg. That was the very moment it all clicked into place for Machete because before she had time to gasp Dao was be his old brother's side, he whispered. 'You may rest now King' and struck Qiang above the eyes with the very sharpest angle of his diamond hard hooves. Qiang didn't even wimper or flinch. but Machete couldn't look. "Dearest Machete Please understand I have lived with this stallion meny years, I cannot watch my brother suffer any longer in this world" "But you killed him" Machete interputed. "Did I?" he said Machete shocked at his ignorance only found herself mouthing the words yes. "No, It was Qiang's day to die, maybe not that minute not if fate had continued. but it was Imminant the moment he fell, or maybe the moment he climbed so high in the firstplace or maybe fate new even sooner still" Dao said in his old wise words. "You can't change fate Machete, only live and hope fate hasn't come for you today"
Dao and Machete didn't talk about Qiang's death but Machete understood Dao's reason, maybe not his words but his reason. It was another 2 years after that when Dao died peacfuly in his sleep. Machete wept for days afterwards loosing her family. After burying him she couldn't find Peace on her mountain anylonger. The clouds tricked her into thinking her wise old stallions still stood by her.
Eventuly she trecked down, she was older wiser but less naive when it came to Strath and Dalt. when she returned to the valley it was not how she remembered it. a huge slope had fallen down burying the old grazing grounds. Not a hoof-print or sent of another horse. So She walked out of the valley and made her tracks towards the plains. She assumed that she'd never see the Strath or Dalt again, or ever be recagniced. So she could loose her vile name her stupid dam gave her. So from that day she interoduced hereself as Dao.
((Dao is a very simular weapon to a machete))
