Post by Theatrics on Jul 19, 2012 22:29:19 GMT -5
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NAME
Fever.
ALIAS
Uh..whatever you wan't?
AGE
167 Chantings.
GENDER
Feminine.
Playing Tunes On My Old Heart Strings
SPECIES
Wild Equine
Affinity
Advanced - Light
Clan
Cruori
Occupation/Rank
Nothing?
Not Long After My Spirits Get Down
Appearence
Fever, was once a real beauty. She had glorious wings that matched her off white body, with thick luschious feathers that let her prance in the air. They were her pride and joy. Though, all good things come to an end, but this goes under another tab, so lets carry on, shall we? After certain events happened, and she was wingless, her appearence dropped..emmensley. Her off white creamy coat turned into dirty gray, her hair turned pure white, and eyes white and iris-less. Oddly enough, after a few years, antlers started developing. They grew with her, until they were a good size. She doesn't tale pride in herself anymore, in fact, she rarely cleans up.
Personality(+History)
P.S. Sorry if its more History than Personality, but its mixed in their.
Fever, in her early years, was gorgeous. Her appearence was the only thing she cared about. Every mare wanted her secrets, and every stag wanted her. Though there was no secret, just extreme luck and help from her parents. Speaking of her folks, she never cared for them. Sure, her mother taught her to fly and her father to fight, but she never took to them. They were simply people. This may have bean to lack of attention on their part. Her father was off doing his duties for the small herd, and her mother was a broode mare, helping the herd grow. This followed in many other siblings. Fever did mak friends with on of her siblings, a white little filly named Grace. Though the happiness didn't last but a few month, when Grace fell to her death when learning to fly. This fazed Fever, quite a bit, though over time the memory faded, as did her longing for Grace.
When the time came, when she was nearly 30 Chantings, her mother died in a raid. She was due t be replaced as broode mare, but as much as they tried, she wouldn't foal. They classified her as Infertile and threw her out.
She wandered around for a while, just doing her own thing. She did try and regroup with her kind, but it just didn't feel right. Eventually, she turned sour inside. Everytime she found one higher than herself, she constantly put them down. She thought herself high and mighty, the queen of all. Then something happened that brought her down a notch. A dragon, a single dragon had caught her, and was planning on 'dining' with her, when she spat hateful words and boasted about her speed and inteligence. Claiming, if he hadn't came by surprise, he never would have caught her. He laughed at this, and simply scorchered her wings. Then ripped them off. After this, he pushed her out and left her to rot. Fo days, she screamed in pain. The later on, in despair of loosing her most precious features. Unlike her feelings for Grace, the pain and longing didn't go away. They got stronger, the want to fly and soar, to show off. Though her want never adapted, her body did. It swallowed what was left of her wings, and in a freaky way, she started developing antlers. Those, were her new joy. The want drew back, but it still lingers.Because of all this, she has a hate and fear of Dragons, and despises her own kind, jelous.
Leaving behind her young adult days, she grew in age, but not appearence. After her incident, she stayed in solitude for a long time, ashamed. Then she felt lonely, alone, and she had a change of heart. She didn't want to live like this, she wanted companionship. She wanted friends, family. The family part was nearly impossible, being Infertile and having no idea were her herd was. But she was goin to go to new hights, hell and back if she had to. Who knows what might happen?
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