Post by .๑whovian๑. on Aug 2, 2011 18:31:55 GMT -5
Name: Mayhem's Twisted Flyaway
Age: 11
Height(hh): 16.1 hh
Breed: Thoroughbred
Colour: chestnut
Extras: a weird shaped star and a large white spot on her shoulder.
Persona: She's a little bit crazy. Actually, she could be called insane, but she's not stupid. She's very intelligent, and she was cursed because she talked to herself, and a few horses were scared of her, so a few gods decided to solve the problem by banishing the young mare to the Cursed lands. She actually talks to her conscience, who is the spirit of her best friend, Puppet who died a few years ago.
History: Ha. Ha. Ha. You want to know ME? Fine then. Well, for starters, I was born in the heart of horse country. Right smack dab in the middle of Lexington Kentucky. Well, not exactly in the middle. I was born on this amazing thoroughbred stud farm, to a lovely chestnut broodmare named Dolls magic Fly. She had the blood of the great Ruffian's daddy in her (Dont expect me to remember his nae). My daddy was a something great grandson of Citation. I was a special baby. Except I was brown. Yeah...both my parents were chestnut...I was brown.
However, they trained me. I became the bane of every exercise rider's existance? Why? Because I thought it was so much easier to win the race by myself, rather than let some dumb-arse jockey tell me what to do. So, I was fondly known as Mayhem. The only horses that ever calmed me were Puppet, and Silver. Puppet was my best friend from the breeding farm. Anyways, soon, I started my racing career nice and horrible; my first three races were disqualifications...but hey, I won, and that's what matters. After some hard work, and a tough as nails jockey, I actually started winning a few races. Well, most of them. Soon I was a crowd favorite.
For two years I was the meanest horse on the track, beating all the boys and girls. However, my glory would not last forever. At the end of my four year old season, I was feeling frisky. My jockey was mean. I was well placed, along with Mud Puppet...dearest Puppet. We were coming around the final turn, when my jockey hit me hard on the behind. I didn't like it, and without thinking, i jumped, and stumbled. I went to my knees and rolled, and felt something hit my belly and fly over me, and there was a loud snap. I jumped to my feet, hysterical, but curious as to what the strange noise was. My jockey was sitting, dumbstruck a few feet away from me. Puppet was lying about ten feet in front of me, and when I saw her I felt sick.
Her leg was snapped in two, only being held on by a large flap of skin, the bone sticking out at a sickening angle. I trotted over to her, and she looked up at me fearfully. I will never forget that day. She told me it wasn't my fault, but I will never forgive myself for that little buck. I watched the vet rush over, look at my Puppet, see the blood everywhere, and pull out the shot of death. I watched my best friend die that day, and since then, I have never been the same. I am still my bouncing, crazy self, but with a twist: Since that day, Puppet's voice fills my head. She is like a part of me now, talking to me, and acts like my conscience.
A few weeks after that incident, I decided I needed to leave. I kicked my rider off my back, and jumped the fence, dashing for freedom. I ran for who knows how long, until I finally found this place. I had managed to rub off all the tack, and now I walk alone, looking for a herd, for a friend, and always listening to the voice of my best friend inside my head.
Powers: She can be a bit psychic
Time Cursed: 7 years ago.
Interesting Feature: She talks to herself.
Age: 11
Height(hh): 16.1 hh
Breed: Thoroughbred
Colour: chestnut
Extras: a weird shaped star and a large white spot on her shoulder.
Persona: She's a little bit crazy. Actually, she could be called insane, but she's not stupid. She's very intelligent, and she was cursed because she talked to herself, and a few horses were scared of her, so a few gods decided to solve the problem by banishing the young mare to the Cursed lands. She actually talks to her conscience, who is the spirit of her best friend, Puppet who died a few years ago.
History: Ha. Ha. Ha. You want to know ME? Fine then. Well, for starters, I was born in the heart of horse country. Right smack dab in the middle of Lexington Kentucky. Well, not exactly in the middle. I was born on this amazing thoroughbred stud farm, to a lovely chestnut broodmare named Dolls magic Fly. She had the blood of the great Ruffian's daddy in her (Dont expect me to remember his nae). My daddy was a something great grandson of Citation. I was a special baby. Except I was brown. Yeah...both my parents were chestnut...I was brown.
However, they trained me. I became the bane of every exercise rider's existance? Why? Because I thought it was so much easier to win the race by myself, rather than let some dumb-arse jockey tell me what to do. So, I was fondly known as Mayhem. The only horses that ever calmed me were Puppet, and Silver. Puppet was my best friend from the breeding farm. Anyways, soon, I started my racing career nice and horrible; my first three races were disqualifications...but hey, I won, and that's what matters. After some hard work, and a tough as nails jockey, I actually started winning a few races. Well, most of them. Soon I was a crowd favorite.
For two years I was the meanest horse on the track, beating all the boys and girls. However, my glory would not last forever. At the end of my four year old season, I was feeling frisky. My jockey was mean. I was well placed, along with Mud Puppet...dearest Puppet. We were coming around the final turn, when my jockey hit me hard on the behind. I didn't like it, and without thinking, i jumped, and stumbled. I went to my knees and rolled, and felt something hit my belly and fly over me, and there was a loud snap. I jumped to my feet, hysterical, but curious as to what the strange noise was. My jockey was sitting, dumbstruck a few feet away from me. Puppet was lying about ten feet in front of me, and when I saw her I felt sick.
Her leg was snapped in two, only being held on by a large flap of skin, the bone sticking out at a sickening angle. I trotted over to her, and she looked up at me fearfully. I will never forget that day. She told me it wasn't my fault, but I will never forgive myself for that little buck. I watched the vet rush over, look at my Puppet, see the blood everywhere, and pull out the shot of death. I watched my best friend die that day, and since then, I have never been the same. I am still my bouncing, crazy self, but with a twist: Since that day, Puppet's voice fills my head. She is like a part of me now, talking to me, and acts like my conscience.
A few weeks after that incident, I decided I needed to leave. I kicked my rider off my back, and jumped the fence, dashing for freedom. I ran for who knows how long, until I finally found this place. I had managed to rub off all the tack, and now I walk alone, looking for a herd, for a friend, and always listening to the voice of my best friend inside my head.
Powers: She can be a bit psychic
Time Cursed: 7 years ago.
Interesting Feature: She talks to herself.
