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Post by Wild@Heart on Sept 12, 2011 18:12:18 GMT -5
Name: Anastasia
Age: 2
Gender: Mare
Height(hh): 14.2
Breed: Welara
Colour: Dark dun pelt with ebony tresses and 2 white socks on the right side. Violet eyes.
Persona: I hold a myserious edge and keep to myself. Never again will I trust, although of that I can't be sure. I don't hate stags because my mother had good stories to tell about some, I just hate how they think they're better than any other gender. I'm just as good.
History: I was born into a world of stags, destined to forever be a femme. My father believed that mares were there soly to repopulate the ground and nothing more. Therefor he never payed attention to what my mother said, only to forcing her. She didn't love him, didn't want to be with him at all, yet he forced her to stay and be his mate. I was to be her last child though, age making her grow infertile. She had yet to give my father a colt, a being he could train to take his spot once he died. And when I was born he was dissapointed, a look of disgust upon his face. All of my siblings were long since gone, but they had lives happy lives. My mother had made sure of that as she told me. And being that I was the only one who listened to her she told me everything, all of her stories and tales.
Some nights my father was more angry than others, taking his anger out on my mother. He would abuse her, rip at her delicate skin and the only thing I could do was stand back and watch, wondering why she never left him or fought back. By the time I came of age, though my father raped me, a look of lust overcoming his features as he pushed me around. I wasn't strong enough to do anything about it. But nothing came of it, no foal to bear the terrible evidence. My mother cried for me, for the things he did to me. He was done with her, her bones brittle with age as he allowed her to leave now. I was his new toy. He did as he pleased, and I took my mothers spot. For the first 2 years of my seasons I wasn't able to get pregnant, and I wondered if it was because of my father of the fact that I was infertile. All the while he continued to abuse me, I was his personal punching bag.
I had made plans to escape, to run away. But that was all before I had another being to plan for. And after I found out I wanted to escape that much more, the thought of this fragile soul having the same fate as me fueling my internal fire. Yet, I couldn't. He found out all too soon and never left my side.
The foal came, a little colt. I had delivered with ease, but 2 months early. Without even a single breath the colt died. My father was furious, and I was surprised that he even let me live, although barely.
Not I wander these forsaken lands, broken hearted and hurt.
Power: Electrokinesis- Ability to control, generate or absorb electricity. This means that she can send currents of electricity into others, varying from just a tingle to ones that will result in death. She can also absorb electricity without any damage, including lighting strikes. Her blasts have been known to be the cause of many forest fires and such, as she is still learning how to control it.
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