Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ jesdar16
Ｈｏｒｓｅ Ｎｕｍｂｅｒ #9
Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ Horse
Ａｇｅ 6 years
Ｎａｍｅ Puawai Koraha (means "desert flower" in Maori) Nickname is Koraha
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Koraha is a very family-oriented mare and forms strong bonds with those who are physically related to her or are close friends. She doesn't trust easily outside of her own blood and is very independent, often running with her nose high in the air. She carries herself regally and can be sassy or disobedient. She expects a lot out of her foals and may sometimes force them to follow her wishes rather than their own, but is willing to give her life for them.
Koraha likes to make a big entrance and likes to be the center of attention, enjoying the spotlight and letting others know that she's here and that the party can start. She can be very defensive of her foal especially around other mares, often causing unnecessary fights to protect them. She can be self absorbed and will think of her foals first and then herself before anyone else,
including the good of the whole herd. She doesn't like relying on anyone for anything and will sometimes break the rules just to defy orders, as long as she knows said rules won't harm her or her foal. Koraha has a keen sense of hearing and will be able to alert the herd of danger before anyone else, because it puts pride in her heart and gives herself and her foal a greater chance of survival. She prides in anything that makes her or her foals better or different than the other herd members, like special markings or abilities. Koraha was used to lots of attention as a foal and it stayed like that throughout her life, she hates being alone and always wants the company of someone, usually her own foal but sometimes someone she trusts. She does not forgive easily blows things way out of proportion, making what would be a simple disagreement into a full blown fight. Koraha was used to being coddled as a foal, sheltered from the world around her, and that's how she treats her foals. She hides them from the world around them and only lets them do incredibly safe or things she wants them to do, she rarely lets them explore or play with other foals.
She is very protective of them and over her friends, and her loyalty to her herd is not very strong, but she knows that if she wants to surround herself foals she'll need a herd. Koraha loves collecting and hoarding things such as plants or tiny rocks. She keeps her collection in a small stump of a dead tree in her herd's grazing lands.
Overall Koraha is a very self-absorbed, attention-loving mare with a motherly instinct towards her foals and close friends and no one else. She has no drive to protect anyone except herself and her family and may sometimes not give them a second glance as long as her own family is safe. She takes pride in lots of things and likes and can act sassy and snooty most of the time. She really has no loyalty to those around her if they're not blood related to her.
Ｗｈａｔ Ｐａｒｔ Ｄｉｄ Ｈｅｒ Ａｎｃｅｓｔｏｒｓ Ｐｌａｙ Ｉｎ Ｔｈｅ Ｗａｒ？
Koraha's ancestors were simple folk - they did not do much travelling, they mostly stayed in one place, and because of that did not interact with other herds much, so they were never really up to date on the news of Arraspel. One particular ancestor, a simple stallion by the name of Noite, which means "dusk" in Galician. He was the best friend of one particular mare,
a level-headed black mare by the name of Corvo, a name meaning "raven" in the same language. Together they made up a little herd, just them three - and their daughter, a sweet young filly named Flor, which means "flower". The whole little family was simple, they all cared about one another and were close bonded, but all had one thing in common. They didn't like outsiders.
They deliberately moved away from the other herds and kept to themselves, they had no other non-related horse in the herd.
When the alicorns first showed up asking for help, obviously no one knew what to make of it.
"War? What war? Who says we're fighting in it? We have plenty to do here, don't we, Noite?" Corvo said defensively, placing herself between her daughter and her mate. The alicorns just sighed and spread their wings to fly away, but one stayed.
"I am called Aivah. Some of us have gone rogue and tried to take over the world.. we are losing the fight and our evil brethren will soon dominate this world if we cannot stop them. Please, will you help us?"
"I'm sorry Aivah, but us? Fighting? We have no skills! We can't fight! Right, Flor?"
"Right, momma.." The little filly seemed disappointed that she could not help her land and later that night while her parents' backs were turned, asleep on the floor, Flor left her mother's side and galloped away into the night. She had gone for quite some time when she found the traveling alicorns. The dawn was beginning to rise.
"Miss Aivah?" Flor said hesitantly, scraping her hoof against the stone in apprehension.
Aivah groggily lifted her white marked head and gazed at her with bleary eyes.
"I remember you.. we asked your family about fighting yesterday. Why are you here?" Aivah said after she had stood up and stretched her large white wings. "I.. I decided that I want to help fight. Against the evil alicorns. This is my home too and it feels wrong not fighting to keep it." Aivah tilted her head at the young filly's generous offer.
"I am proud that you wish to fight, but you are just a weanling! If a full grown mare were to tackle you, you'd have no chance.
I don't want to send you to your death, young one." Aivah said reasonably, rustling her wings. "Do you really wish to do this?"
"Yes, ma'am. I will learn to fight. I may be just a horse, but I can prove to my family that this world is worth fighting for."
"Good. Then I will be your personal protector." Aivah winked as Flor's eyes lit up.
"Oh, thank you miss Aivah!" Flor pranced around the older mare, her little tail flapping.
Flor said goodbye to her parents the next day without telling them where she was going and left in a hurry. She met up with the elemental alicorn to where the fighting was. Aivah had given her a crash course in fighting and had already placed the strongest possible defensive shield around the young filly as she could. Flor watched as Aivah flung herself into battle, her horn blazing as she used her earth, water and light powers to grow a vine trap around a group of enemies. Flor weaved between equines squealing and kicking, narrowly missing a kick to the head as it bounced off her shield. She bent past a large rock being flung at her by a unicorn and caught up with Aivah. The mare was fighting a black unicorn stallion whose horn was glowing green. The stallion's ears were pinned and he slashed his hooves. Flor slid beneath him and nipped him wherever she could reach, causing him to squeal. She bit him in the leg and laughed when Aivah's eyes twinkled.
"Thanks. Thanks a lot." Aivah said later, after the fight. "You helped a lot."
"Thanks, Aivah. And you're welcome." Flor said sheepishly. "I'm glad I could help." She groaned at a scratch on her shoulder and Aivah gently used her warmth element to warm the spot.
Flor spent many more months fighting in the war and won many a battle as she grew up. She got a mate and had foals of her own,
who would eventually become the ancestors of Koraha. Flor defied her family's traditions and general personality to defend something she loved.
Ｗｈａｔ Ｉｓ Ｈｅｒ Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐ Ｗｉｔｈ Ｈｅｒ Ｈｅｒｄｍａｔｅｓ？Koraha keeps an indifferent attitude towards most of her non-related herdmates and begrudgingly accepts the rule of Hamada the lead mare and more reluctantly the herd stallion Saulains. She only stays with them for protection and the ability to have foals, and nothing more. She has no close friends in the herd particularly,
and she is willing to be supportive as long as there's something in it for her or her foals.
She doesn't particularly have enemies but she isn't exactly the herd's favorite due to her self-absorbed disposition. She doesn't really like the other mares but will begrudgingly respect them.
Ａ Ｓｔｏｒｙ
Koraha snorted as she grazed at the meager pickings she had to choose from. When another dirt bite sent her into a coughing fit, the young mare decided enough was enough and went up to the lead mare. Hamada was speaking quietly with the stallion, Saulains, and gave Koraha a look as she approached.
"We need a new grazing field. I can't keep swallowing dirt!" Koraha complained, interrupting their conversation. Saulains pinned his ears but was quickly calmed by Hamada. "No." The red dun said quietly and sternly. Saulains just groaned and trotted off. Koraha stomped the ground irritatedly with her hoof, forcing Hamada to pay attention to her.
"Yes Koraha.. I know.. I know.. but you know the drought's been getting worse! The water is drying up and there's no cool grass left! I'll move the herd tomorrow, okay? Please stop complaining!" Hamada snapped, and Koraha realized she was at her wit's end and decided to sit tight unless she wanted to get more yelling. "Ugh... fine." The black mare groaned, trotting away and digging at the meager pickings again.
"You know what?" Koraha said to herself the next day when Hamada brought them to the "next great place". "I'm sick of going to dud grasslands! I want better quality grass. If Hamada's not gonna find it, then I am!" The black mare galloped off when no one was looking that night.
"Fresh grass. Fresh grass... fresh grass!" Koraha said happily upon seeing the fresh shoots. They were still miraculously alive. Koraha did not realize nearby that there was an alicorn mare watching her. The mare's black coat was marked strongly with the signs of the main four natural elements, air, earth, water, fire, and a white mane and tail flowed from her body and blended into the four elemental colors at the tips. Blue eyes blinked delicately from her fair face and a long, sharp blue horn of the same color rose to a deadly tip from her forehead. White wings lay folded neatly against her back.
"Can I help you?"
Koraha snorted and reared, surprised to see her. "Oh, I'm.. sorry, is this your grass?" Koraha asked, too surprised to respond with a sarcastic comment.
"Oh, no.. I've been practicing, trying to bring life back to Arraspel. I can only keep grass alive for so long before it dies again." The mare said, proving her point as the grass began to fold and wilt. She closed her eyes and her horn began to glow a bright blue color, the aura weaving around her horn. The grass slowly began to come back to life as the mare caused a rainstorm with her air and water magic.
"If you're looking for food, I don't mind you trying some.. but it's gonna take a lot more than me to bring this place back to life." The mare said softly, opening her eyes as the aura faded from her horn.
"Thank you.." Koraha said, digging in and eating most of the grass, leaving nothing for the mare herself.
"I never caught your name.." Koraha said with a mouthful of food. The mare winced but responded politely. "I'm Aivah, one of the few remaining alicorns in Arraspel. And, um.. you are?"
"Koraha. Puawai Koraha." Koraha said instantly, swallowing. "Well I best be going if I wish to return to my herd before nightfall. Thanks!" Koraha disappeared as fast as she had come,
leaving poor Aivah perplexed.
Koraha returned home to an angry Hamada.
"I'm sorry that I can't give you the perfect, watered world you expected! Fresh grass is the hardest thing to find around here and you need to know that I can't cater everything to you!
You're not the only herd member here! If I could find actual grass then I would lead us to it!
From what you told me you ate an alicorn's entire stash of grass! That can't feed a whole herd and we don't want to get on their bad sides! They started the war you know! And you can't go running off like that! I was worried sick about you!" Hamada tossed her head, her mane in a frizz.
"Look, Hamada, I'm sorry that I.. ran off or whatever, but I couldn't live on these stupid dried up twigs anymore! I need some real food, k?" Koraha stamped off in a frenzy, lashing her tail.
Hamada just groaned again and trotted off to a lone dead tree for time alone.
Koraha didn't return to Aivah's little grass field out of fear of another scathing consequence from the red dun mare.
She didn't notice Aivah watching her from her place in the scant grasses.
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𝔘𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 jesdar16
ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔑𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 #7
𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰 Horse
𝔄𝔤𝔢 6 years
𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢 Sinar Matahari (means "sunshine" in Indonesian) Nickname is Matahari
𝔓𝔢𝔰𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶
Matahari, as she's called, is very open-minded and soft-hearted. She is incredibly gentle and considered "innocent" by most of her herd, and because of that she is often shielded first, like she is considered weaker. She is often wise and surrounds herself with herdmates she trusts, and enjoys giving advice to younger horses. She has no intention to gain power and doesn't really even have a harsh side, she has a hard time defending herself and can usually never get the upper hand of a fight or argument. Matahari can be shy and dislikes the spotlight, she feels much more comfortable around younger horses like foals. She is very intelligent and has the brains to think of the right answer but doesn't like to show it. She dislikes anything that singles her out from the crowd but also hates being sheltered and treated like she's not ready or she's weak. Matahari's family-oriented, she can be very protective of her foals and is not afraid to come out of her shell especially for them. She only gives advice to those she trusts and she is always happy to help her close friends, but anyone else she may come off as though she is giving the cold shoulder. She has a hard time introducing herself and starting off a conversation, but once she does she is able to tell a lot about a horse just from the way they speak. Matahari takes a lot to get comfortable with someone, and she often needs multiple meet ups just to feel comfortable enough to tell her name. Matahari spends most of her time away from the most of the herd in someplace nice with her foals where she can be with just herself. Matahari's always been happy-go-lucky and optimistic, she just has a hard way of showing it. She has a habit of building a mental wall around her mind that she only opens up to close friends and family. Matahari is not a loud mare and enjoys peace and quiet,
away from the herd and attention and socialization. She rarely speaks at all unless she's spoken to or the situation is dire. The light colored mare was always a little shy but as time went on she believed more and more in hiding herself from the world and treating her foals the same way.
All in all, Matahari is a gentle, open-hearted mare with a very shy, timid and reserved disposition. She is very intelligent and usually has good advice to give, when she wants to give it. She's very family-oriented and loves her foals, and has a protective side that comes out around her foals. She doesn't trust easily and she has only a few close friends that she treats similar to her foals. She is willing to be a little more out-there for her foals, but nothing more than that. She is considered "innocent" by the other horses and dislikes how she's sheltered by them sometimes. Matahari enjoys the quiet and is never very loud, she enjoys keeping herself away from the others where she can enjoy the nature.
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔇𝔦𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔄𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔶 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔞𝔯?
Matahari's ancestors were nomads, they traveled around Arraspel without any proper home. They saw the land in its glory before the war began, and sadly after it as well. They were busy travelling to Albarari after their travels, deciding it was time yet again to see their homeland. It was at this time that they were called upon to fight. They had a small herd, mostly related to the same mare and stallion with a few outsiders. They were close knit and friendly, but had never spent much time in the same place and were always on the move.
The little herd was never particularly good at any one thing, each one was just about as skilled as the next. They were.. average.
Simple folk, really.
So obviously to them the war was startling news. They had seen the beauty and wonders of this land and many of the equines who had inhabited it, but have never thought of them as power hungry and cruel. But due to their undying love for the land, they agreed wholeheartedly to fight. It is said that Matahari has the Earth element somewhere in her blood, from an unknown ancestor,
due to her ancestors' close connection with the land itself.
Her ancestors really did not do much to change the direction of the war itself, being just simple horses, nothing fancy like a pegasus or unicorn, often serving as messengers to and from the battles. Sometimes if the need was dire they were called upon to actually fight, but that was rare. They best served the war telling the generals and alicorns how the other side was pushing on their lines.
There was one little colt named Gelap, meaning "dark" in Indonesian. Gelap was the newly weaned son of the mare and stallion pairing in his herd. He would be leaving soon to start his own herd, but wanted to pay one last debt to his family for his travels.
One day when his father was fighting another stallion, a pegasus, little Gelap saved him from the crushing blow from a flying equine by pushing him out of the way and allowing himself to be taken. The pegasus was unaware he had hit the little colt until he realized that Gelap was on the ground, not the stallion he had intended to hit.
"Gelap!" The colt's father nudged him urgently. "Gelap, get up!"
Gelap's eyes opened and he groggily stood, holding one hind leg oddly. The colt's father helped him limp out of the battlefield towards their shelter.
"Thank you, Gelap. You saved my life." The stallion dipped his head in the most generous of thanks.
"It was no problem." Gelap replied, whinnying.
𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔖𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔯 ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰?
Matahari's only true close friend is in Hamada. The red dun and her will converse a lot, talking quietly to each other, Matahari often giving wise advice to the lead mare. Matahari wouldn't want to be in such a position herself of course, the attention would be too much for her to handle. But she truly cares about her friend, almost as if she was a foal. They are very close.
As for any other herdmates, Matahari is very shy around them. She likes them, but sometimes she just needs to get away. She has no grudges or relationships, she doesn't particularly like the stallion, Saulains, and instead prefers being by herself.
𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶
Matahari's ears flicked as she grazed beside her favorite red dun.
"I was telling Saulains the other day that he wasn't allowed to go off and chase beetles when we're right in the middle of the worst drought we've seen." Hamada said, rolling her eyes. "You'd think he has the mind of a yearling!"
Matahari made a laughing noise. "I'm not surprised, he hasn't exactly been the most helpful." The mares joked and laughed, feeding on the scant pickings left.
"Hey, I think I saw some water.. that way!" Matahari said, shaking her thick, heat-collecting black mane. "My throat is parched!"
The mares trotted off, leaving the stallion and the other mares to themselves for a moment while Matahari found the water she had spoken of.
"How did you find it?" Hamada said, overwhelmed.
"I saw it on our run in here. I just.. forgot." Matahari said between sips.
"There isn't enough water for the whole herd, but, just.. give me a second.." Hamada galloped off towards the herd again, leaving Matahari there by herself.
The mare wandered around, checking for fresher grass, keeping one eye on the watering hole. The puddle was soon going to dry up Hamada needed to hurry if the herd wanted a drink.
"Guys.. the water's gone.." Matahari said as they returned. "It dried up."
"No!" Some mares said, tossing their heads.
"Look everyone, I'm sorry! But we're steadily running out of places to drink. We can't drink here anymore, let's just go." Hamada said, downcast. Matahari trotted beside her, her eyes half closed.
"I'm sorry Hamada.. I thought at least some of them could drink but.. I guess not." Matahari's head dropped low enough that she was breathing in dust.
"No, don't worry.. it's my job, not yours. We'll find another place. Okay?" Hamada said, nudging her friend's side.
"Okay.." Matahari replied, lifting her head a little. "Thanks."
Art lines by EmberWolf and preppy paws
