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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 3:52 pm
Personality Contest
This mare seems to have come down with a bit of amnesia, perhaps you can jog her memory.
Tell us what this mare's personality is, this can be as short or as long as you desire.
Start: Now
End: December 23, 2015 at 7:00 PM EST.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 9:18 am
Entry:
Name: Neva(Sorry I have to have a name before I can do personality so for the sake of this contest I am just gonna use this.)
Personality: Neva is a guarded mare who has experienced the frosty chill of a mother's loathing. As the unwanted result of an experience with a stallion that didn't want to be tied down. Due to her mothers lack of love for her along with her harsh treatment of her. Neva had built up barriers to protect herself from more abuse. In turn she often had pushed others away even though all she wanted was someone to accept her.
She isn't a bad mare and often time is civil enough. Yet the more someone pushes the more she pulls away as she grows more scared. Oftentimes she will look up to the stars and wish for the courage to let someone close. With a dark sense of humor along with a great love of puns. She at times can get a little grouchy if her buttons are pushed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 6:32 pm
The Mare.
Countless eons have passed, her true name lost to the tides. Her coat shimmered with a starlight of a distant world, but perhaps that's because she was not of our own. The stories go that she rose from the depths at the beginning of time. An impossible creature who was both living and dead and took delight in dragging her victims below the icy surf. Her amber eyes shone a certain warmth for her prey, luring them to her under the guise of a sweet, lost princess. Her lashes fluttered and steam slowly eked from her nostrils with each breath.
If you were to believe the old tales she was once a mare who was full of a lust for life and adventure. She would gallop through the snow hardly bothered by the freezing water that clung to her fetlocks. She was young, happy, and kind. Though one day, after finding a collar and crown of ice she tripped, sprawling herself into the snow. The cold chilled her instantly, now affecting her entire body whereas it had just touched her forelegs previously. The chill set and she closed light brown eyes.
Many years passed and one day a traveler came upon a shard of ice jutting from the ground. Upon attempting to remove it, however, they found the body of the mare. Nearly perfectly preserved saved for a bleached patch of course hair on her shoulders that branched out like delicate strings of ice. Assuming the mare was dead the traveler continued to dig her out to give her a proper burial. Surely adorned as ornately as she was she had been a beloved companion and deserved to properly be put to rest.
As soon as the last patched of frozen snow was cleared from her body her eyes snapped open, now a glowing amber. She stood, bones creaking as she did so due to decades of atrophy, and gazed upon her surroundings. She knew not the time, nor the day. All she knew is she had a hunger that had crept through her in her sleep that she knew would not be sated by grass.
She killed the traveler that had so diligently rescued her from her frozen prison. The mare that lost her life those many years ago was no more and in her body was a malicious, evil, spirit guiding it's host.
(( I hope this is okay?? If it isn't please let me know and I'll write something else up ;w; ))
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