by Half Tree » Mon Jul 25, 2016 5:00 am
Owner: Stumpy STMP
Show Name: Sireadh Spiorad
Barn Name: Pneuma
Name Meaning: Sireadh spiorad is Scottish Gaelic for 'seeking spirit'. Pneuma is "the vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person"
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Halter color: Could this be some kind of silver/grey/white galaxy,
Pearl/jewel color (halter): and these be the rainbow? c:
Lore:
------ The thing about lore is that it always has to start from somewhere and in a little town in Scotland, where sits on a foggy rise a castle, is where this one was born. The castle itself is not a real tourist attractions as its a bit off the beaten path and very little is known of it. Rumour has it a young woman recently bought it as well as the surrounding lands after winning the lottery. A few claim to have met this individual but she isn't the most chatty around the community, being focused on moving and renovations. That doesn't dissuade flapping lips though and it is often that at night teens will go the distance to look up at the shrouded castle and watch for signs of life.
------ It was one of those nights that the group actually saw something in their drunken stupor. A horse, but not just any horse a white one with flowing hair and high steps. They couldn't see gender from where they were nor were any of them in the shape to tell the difference anyways. The horse came out of the castle and looked about for a moment or so before taking off at a gallop towards the trees. The horse reached the tree line and paused a moment to look back at the castle, with one final whiny the equine disappeared into the dark foliage. The teens all scrambled home, and for the next week spread the stories of the pale horse.
------ On the next time the same group decided to go back and look again for the horse, they had an even larger number of people tagging along. There was far less drinking this time around as people didn't want to think they were hallucinating, but again a white horse made an appearance, but not in the way they expected. Horse and rider had been out looking over the property before night had fallen, thus were on their way home when the guests showed up. Eilie the owner of both property, and horse, decided to give them a bit of a show. So she dismounted few feet back from where she could see the parked cars, and people milling about staring at the distant castle. With an easy motion she had the bridle off the mare's head and put a swift slap to her rear. The mare let out a squeal before plunging forward and tearing up the trail. The onlookers all jumped at the sound that rang out behind them, most barely had a chance to turn before the impressive white form came flying past them shaking the ground beneath their feet, and the sheer pull of wind tugging their hair or clothes wildly. They watched stunned as the sudden apparition of the horse that ran right for the castle, sliding to a halt when she found the gates closed. With a loud trumpet the beast reared up and flailed challenging hooves at the offending obstacle, moonlight hair flowing.
------ This is where the lore started, as people ran home that night after the fright, all telling friends, family, and co-workers of the ghost horse that seemed to be haunting the castle at night. Like a game of telephone, people speculated on where the animal came from, what were they doing running loose, and how long have they been there. Some people knew the truth, but when they tried to explain it the people in town chose to ignore them, rather loving the joy of building some wild tale, romanticizing this ghost as best they could. It became a regular campfire story after a few months, of how the phantom horse was always hovering around the castle. Going with this castle tidbit people started saying they were a warrior's horse, looking for their dead rider, unable to relinquish that last bit of loyalty. Dedicated to the end this noble steed would come out under the light of the moon to search for their lost rider.
------ The only negative impact this had was the fact that Eilie started considering building a fence over the entirety of her property because of the amount of trespassers that kept showing up. She enjoys her privacy and it irked her something fierce, so she decided to add a bit of fuel to the fires of curiosity so that they may burn themselves out. With a help of a few individuals word started getting around of that saying that death rides a pale horse, and being touched by this spectral being would mean one's demise. So now not only is this beast a ghost wandering and searching for their fallen rider, but they are also cursed with the kiss of death, that maybe they caused the tragedy to lose their rider and must always wander to pay for that action. Soon people weren't coming by the property as much and the few attempts to catch the white being were stopped completely, superstition or not, nobody wanted to be the one to test it out.
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Half Tree on Mon Aug 01, 2016 1:56 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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