[ supernova ]

[Kate]

Name: Astraia
Age: 7 years
Breed: Mustang
Lineage: Father- Alisyn, Mother- Jerilyn
Height: 15 hh
Sex: Mare
Children: None.
Place Of Birth: Northern Nevada
Physical Characteristics:
Astraia is a dusky palomino mare. She's very stocky, and not all that tall. She has a white strip on her face, and has a scar on her chest. Her mane is a yellowy white, as is her tail, which is very long and brushes the ground. Her head is not delicate at all, instead it is more square-ish and blocky, hinting at possible quarter horse ancestry, obviously very, very far back. She's got a deep chest and straight cannon bones, making her prety good, conformation wise.
Personality:
Astraia is probably the most cynical of my brain-children. She holds out that love cannot, in fact, cure, and that stallions are fickle, useless things. That is not to say that she has not found any to liking, merely to say that she does not trust them, nor will she ever. She's known for her sharp tongue, and her somewhat silent nature. Yes, she really isn't all that out-spoken, unless she gets particularly annoyed, then she unleashes her vindictiveness. Astraia is also blunt. She would rather tell you what's on her mind then sit there beating around the bush.
Sample Post:

Perhaps it was her inner self that brought her here, or maybe it was just the strange desire to see someone, anyone, that was of the same element as herself. The breezes dancing about her, had always held something special, yet remote for her. They whispered innocent nothings in her ears, and when they toyed with her moonlight hued tresses, she just wanted to be. She could feel the need to fly with them, and the instense desire to run and kick up her heels like the filly she once was. She wanted the freedom of the breath of the wind. She wanted freedom from her past. She knew that the past had made her who she was, but, the thing was, she did not even know who he was. How was the past going to help her become more than she was, if she did not know what she was? Maybe that's why she was here. To discover herself. She had spurned advances and kept to herself after her sister. Even when surrounded by others in a herd, she was alone. 'Alone' was a word that had often echoed in her head the past few weeks. She wasn't sure if she liked it, or if she hated it. The being by herself had it's perks. For one, there were no irritating assholes to piss her off, for another she didn't have to worry about watching her back. Her kind were born traitorous rats. She felt that her kind was too busy competing with itself, and wasn't concentrating on better things. Dark stallions had far too much testosterone than was good for them. So...what now?

So what did you do, when you didn't know what to do? Did you just give up, then and there? Or did you try to push onward? She didn't know anymore. In fact, she didn't care anymore. She didn't give a damn about her reputation. She knew some feared her, she knew some mocked her, and she knew some that didn't give a shit. There were some overly hormonal young bucks who wouldn't have minded trying to have a go at her, but they more than anyone knew she would beat the crap out of them if they got on her last nerve. Generally her mouth got the better of her before it came to that. Like any other girl, though, she wanted to feel needed, in fact, she needed to feel needed. However she had resigned herself to the bgrim fact that she was condemned to lonliness for the rest f her like. She was realistic. It was highly unlikely that she would ever find anyone she actually wanted to spend excessive amounts of time with. She was a picky lady. She felt that, right now, her somewhat depressing thoughts were on overdrive, and it was all she could just to hold on to her head. It was spinning in a vortex of cynical and annoyed thoughts. Sure, she didn't mind them most of the time, but right now it was just out of control. And irritating.

The lightly sunkissed mare stood near the top of a small hill, just letting the sharp gusts of cool mountain air run the length of her body. She closed her amber eyes and tilted her sturdily built head upwards, shivering with pleasure as her forelock was whipped from her face. For a moment, she was at peace with herself, and the breezes swept all her maddening thoughts away. She could hear the wind whispering to her, Fly away with me. Let me carry you on my wings... Oh how she longed to give in to its tantalizing proposal! But alas, she was no feather to be whipped along at blinding speed to places unknown. She was a horse, and however much she wished she could fly, she belonged on the ground. But her mind could fly with the winds, and fly with the winds it did. Whenever it could free itself from the sorrowful chains that bound it, that is. Right now, it was free, and soaring upon outstretched wings. Slowly, slowly, she drew it back into herself, aching with reluctance. She opened her eyes and lowered her head back to its normal height. Her pale ivory windswept locks teased her arched boa, and her forelock fell back across her face. Pale sienna eyes blazed fiercely as they scanned the lush valley that lay at her hooftips. She could scent the faint perfume of other horses, but she wasn't sure who they were, where they were, or even if they were still here. It could have just been a lingering scent. She was cautious so she would linger atop her little hill, and if nobody came shortly, she would venture farther. She wasn't about to risk her life for something as silly as curiosity.

[Crow'sia]

Accepted. =D