Henna- The Eastern Beauty
Jun 18, 2012 15:52:31 GMT -5
Post by Priceless on Jun 18, 2012 15:52:31 GMT -5
Name:Henna
Age: 7
Breed:Egyptian Arabian
Height:15.1
Colour:Dark Bay
Eye Colour:Brown
Gender:Mare
Markings:Right front and white hind Sock, small white star.
History:
"Dear Henna, I am almost done." Said a young Arabic woman as she dipped her reed back into the bowl filled with a strange gold-colored paste. The bay mare stood still, twitching a bit as the reed tickled her skin. The girl smiled as she painted intricate designs all over the horses body, the girls own hands covered in the strange gold-colored paste. The horse turned it's bent head and nudged the girl, causing her to laugh. The woman was dressed in a lavish dress of many colors, her whole arms, legs and head covered in the intricate designs, as if ready for a party. The mare was covered in a fine pattern of many intricate designs trailing all over her body.
Later that night the girl rode Henna out into the streets, people throwing garments and various colorful items at them. The mare was glimmering in the night, firelight dancing around her. Nobody saw the carefully aimed arrow that struck the girl in the heart. The mare reared up, letting out a scream as people rushed to her. The horse took off at a bolt, her various trinkets and such falling from her bodice as she stumbled across the Arabian Desert, far away from the people.
Henna had been born and raised in the intricate cities of Egypt by a well-known horse breeder. She was a highly valued horse, treated well and fair by her owners. One day she was given as a price to a wealthy family in Arabia, where she became a young girls horse. She was used as a parade horse to celebrate the Arabic traditions and carry the princess atop her back. This life was great for her, and she loved her dear girl who grew up to be a beautiful woman. The night of her wedding to the Price of Persia as a peace offering was cut short when the Persians themselves slaughtered her, sending the kingdom into chaos. Henna ran as fast as her hooves would carry her, her life filled with lost love, romance and-
If you don't mind, I would like to tell my own story, ma'am. You see, dear reader, My life had been glamorous and full of ease while I was a ceremonial ridden horse. I was never really good friends with the rest of the horses at the stable; nobody quite understood how I was loved by both the master and my mistress. I loved the poor woman dearly, and felt so bad when she was forced to marry that wicked Persian man! I wanted to run away with her, but she was so dedicated to her family. Anyway, after my mistress was murdered by the ones she was to become princess over, I ran far, far away from that place, determined never to fall in the same trap.
Sadly, fate had it's own ideas. I finally met my father, a wild horse, a king of the herd. He was at war with another herd of horses, like mt mistresses family was against the Persians. My father kept me for a long while, loving the fact that I had been retrieved from the vile two-legged. But that was short lived, as my father offered me to the enemies prince as a peace treaty. How foolish I was, thinking that I could escape the fate of all princesses.! I had fallen in love with a young warrior, who had planned to ask for me. After hearing the news, I ran far away and stayed away for weeks on end, my true love coming and helping me stay alive.
One night he came, and it took one night for us to break every law my father had set. I bore a foal, a young spunky colt. Around then my warrior stopped coming back, but I was not worried; the war was getting worse and he had probably been sent to fight. Finally my father sent for me. I stood protectively in front of my foal as they led me back to home. My father was angered greatly. He was very upset that I had broken my vows to stay pure and bore a foal, a mutt at that! My father ordered me restrained and he beat my foal to death. I cried out for my warrior, but he had been killed earlier that year, the reason he hadn't visited me ever since my baby had been born. I was thrown out of the herd, sentenced to exile.
I vowed to never love again, but I broke that as well when I met a Western horse by the name of Troy. Of course I bore the stallion a foal, naming him Greece. Again. tragedy struck when my son was bitten by a extremely poisonous snake, killing him. Troy promised he wouldn't die, but he was captured by a band of two-leggers. I escaped, running as fast as I could, remembering my life with the humans. Now I am here, many vows to try to make...or break.
Age: 7
Breed:Egyptian Arabian
Height:15.1
Colour:Dark Bay
Eye Colour:Brown
Gender:Mare
Markings:Right front and white hind Sock, small white star.
History:
"Dear Henna, I am almost done." Said a young Arabic woman as she dipped her reed back into the bowl filled with a strange gold-colored paste. The bay mare stood still, twitching a bit as the reed tickled her skin. The girl smiled as she painted intricate designs all over the horses body, the girls own hands covered in the strange gold-colored paste. The horse turned it's bent head and nudged the girl, causing her to laugh. The woman was dressed in a lavish dress of many colors, her whole arms, legs and head covered in the intricate designs, as if ready for a party. The mare was covered in a fine pattern of many intricate designs trailing all over her body.
Later that night the girl rode Henna out into the streets, people throwing garments and various colorful items at them. The mare was glimmering in the night, firelight dancing around her. Nobody saw the carefully aimed arrow that struck the girl in the heart. The mare reared up, letting out a scream as people rushed to her. The horse took off at a bolt, her various trinkets and such falling from her bodice as she stumbled across the Arabian Desert, far away from the people.
Henna had been born and raised in the intricate cities of Egypt by a well-known horse breeder. She was a highly valued horse, treated well and fair by her owners. One day she was given as a price to a wealthy family in Arabia, where she became a young girls horse. She was used as a parade horse to celebrate the Arabic traditions and carry the princess atop her back. This life was great for her, and she loved her dear girl who grew up to be a beautiful woman. The night of her wedding to the Price of Persia as a peace offering was cut short when the Persians themselves slaughtered her, sending the kingdom into chaos. Henna ran as fast as her hooves would carry her, her life filled with lost love, romance and-
If you don't mind, I would like to tell my own story, ma'am. You see, dear reader, My life had been glamorous and full of ease while I was a ceremonial ridden horse. I was never really good friends with the rest of the horses at the stable; nobody quite understood how I was loved by both the master and my mistress. I loved the poor woman dearly, and felt so bad when she was forced to marry that wicked Persian man! I wanted to run away with her, but she was so dedicated to her family. Anyway, after my mistress was murdered by the ones she was to become princess over, I ran far, far away from that place, determined never to fall in the same trap.
Sadly, fate had it's own ideas. I finally met my father, a wild horse, a king of the herd. He was at war with another herd of horses, like mt mistresses family was against the Persians. My father kept me for a long while, loving the fact that I had been retrieved from the vile two-legged. But that was short lived, as my father offered me to the enemies prince as a peace treaty. How foolish I was, thinking that I could escape the fate of all princesses.! I had fallen in love with a young warrior, who had planned to ask for me. After hearing the news, I ran far away and stayed away for weeks on end, my true love coming and helping me stay alive.
One night he came, and it took one night for us to break every law my father had set. I bore a foal, a young spunky colt. Around then my warrior stopped coming back, but I was not worried; the war was getting worse and he had probably been sent to fight. Finally my father sent for me. I stood protectively in front of my foal as they led me back to home. My father was angered greatly. He was very upset that I had broken my vows to stay pure and bore a foal, a mutt at that! My father ordered me restrained and he beat my foal to death. I cried out for my warrior, but he had been killed earlier that year, the reason he hadn't visited me ever since my baby had been born. I was thrown out of the herd, sentenced to exile.
I vowed to never love again, but I broke that as well when I met a Western horse by the name of Troy. Of course I bore the stallion a foal, naming him Greece. Again. tragedy struck when my son was bitten by a extremely poisonous snake, killing him. Troy promised he wouldn't die, but he was captured by a band of two-leggers. I escaped, running as fast as I could, remembering my life with the humans. Now I am here, many vows to try to make...or break.