by defiance. » Tue Mar 17, 2015 9:11 am
Username: Risk.
Show Name: Blood Sport
Barn Name: Exodus
Gender:Mare
Coloration: Silver Bay Varnish Blanket Appaloosa
Halter Color: Black with golden buckles
Personality: Exodus is a regal mare and always have been. She's calm and collected and can't be bothered by many things at all. She knows what works out in her best interest and why, and she always does things that further her own agenda regardless of how it may affect others. She's not cruel or mean, per se, she's just not especially friendly. Being alone for the majority of her life, she's come to rely on herself rather than others and knows that there are very few people in this world you can actually count on to be there when you need them.
How They Got Separated: Exodus was born in Moore, Oklahoma, and she rather liked the state. She lived in a small, hilltop barn with her mother, her old brother Zinc, and her father. It was just them and a donkey named Peters. The disaster hit one night, and no one could've been prepared for it.
The tornado was huge. It ripped through the fences outside, tossing them into the air like they were lightweights. Exodus huddled in the back of her stall, her tiny ears pricked and her tail swishing with fear. She could see her mother in the stall across from her nervously pacing, listening to the howling of the wind and sound of wood being ripped from the ground. Her father was in the stall next to her mother, equally as nervous. She couldn't see her brother or the donkey from here, but she was definitely looking. She reared up on her hind legs occasionally to peek through the bars, but nothing. Just the loud howling of the wind.
And then, in a blur of dust and wood and rain and lightening, half of the barn was ripped away. Exodus can't really remember now what happened exactly, it has all become an unfortunately blur, but she remembered half of the barn with her father and mother getting ripped into the sky, she remembers the wind being strong enough to rip apart her stall and she ran. She ran and ran and ran from the hilltop and from that swirling black mass of death until her young, filly legs could take her no further. And then, by some miracle, she found the strength to run more until her hooves chipped from the unforgiving terrain and her knees wobbled, and the flying rocks had ripped wounds in her legs.
She was on her own for a long time before she was rounded up and brought to an auction, and though everything is a blur she'll always remember the way she lost not only her mother, but her entire family, and it stays with her, sitting dormant in the back of her mind until something triggers it again.
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defiance. on Sat Mar 21, 2015 9:58 am, edited 1 time in total.
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