Owner: DauntlessDivergentC
Show Name: Et Mortuus Est In Somno
Barn Name: Peribit
Name meaning: Let the Dead Sleep // Perish in Latin
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 Years
Halter color: dark side of the moon black
Pearl/jewel color (halter): skeletal dark orange like her coloration
Theme Song: I'm Gonna Put A Spell On You by the Hex GirlsArtwork: Done by the extravagant
Zeky and
DannyHorseRules
Personality:Peribit is a mischievous little devil. She is known to constantly get herself in trouble due to tends to playing
tricks on everyone in her herd and shows them no mercy. The skeletal mare is more active during the Halloween season than anyother season.
When Peribit is not running around playing tricks on everyone, she is spying on them and planning on a new tactic to plot. she is a wonderful sneak is never ceases to give everyone a good scare. Though due to the fact that the ghost of a horse is constantly scarring and playing tricks on everyone, she tends to be very lonely.
This lonely girl wishes she had a friend, which is why Peribit continues to play tricks and plot her plots and only managing to fail at getting attention from the other horses. She only wants to befriend the others, not scare them away.
Peribit tends to be sweet to the youth and the foals around the herd. She doesn't trick them, this mare
treats them. Going out of her way to swipe extra sugar cubes, carrots, and apples for the little foals, Peribit is generally seen as the horse to go to for Halloween "candy".
Peribit is the definition of
"trick or treat". Certain horses she tricks and others she treats.
Not much really frightens her. In fact, one of her companions is a tarantula the size of a large dinner plate. Everyone has tried scaring her. They've put spiders, scorpions, bears, lions, and all other sorts of stuff that would normally frighten horses in front of Peribit. The blood bay mare just simply shrugs them off and moves on. She is completely fearless and hardly ever backs down.
Peribit might be seen as bold at times. Since she is brave and fearless, the mare thinks she can do whatever she wishes. Peribit will take a chance at any risk and this is because she believes that without taking a risk you have not truly lived. She is lively and eccentric, which means Peribit does not act like normal horses do.
This mare is curious about everything too. She wants to know everything there is to know about everything. Peribit will go as far as digging around just to find answers to her various questions. The Lakeside mare, or so Peribit is called in one of her folk lore stories, loves looking up at the stars and the full moon. This is most likely her main reason for being active at night. The other reason being the fact that she would rather stay hidden from humans. It's pretty hard to do so when the sunlight makes everything so visible. Her dark coat helps her hide at night.
Peribit does have a sweet motherly side to her as well. As you have read before, she spoils little foals whenever possible. The mare will even go as far as playing with them just to give them attention. Though due to the fact that she enjoys scarring the adults, Peribit has no mate. No mate, no foals. Her dearest desire is to one day not only obtain a mate, but to also have a son or a daughter. Poor lonely Peribit...she wishes for company.
Peribit may seem scary at first, but up close all she really is is a big sweetheart. She loves on anyone who is willing to get close to her. This might also mean she will play more tricks on you, but she will reward you with her sweetness afterwards. Peribit is a highly loving mare. Will you allow her to love on you?
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Folk Lore:There is a tale from long long ago. A tale of a pretty skeleton horse. A tale of a trickster being. They say she is tall. They say the ghost mare is only active on Halloween nights. Be quick! Be weary! She's on the hunt tonight! This Halloween mare of far far away lands has come to play a trick on you.
In the dead of the night she will find you. In the dead of the night she will reap horrors of untold secrets. In the dark of the night she will hex you. Be quick! Be weary! The ghost of a horse comes in the dark of the night.
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Peribit is known to haunt towns and villages that are close to her homeland. She will naught rest till the last of them have been driven out. She will reclaim her homeland and will rule over it as it's mighty queen. She will play tricks on you if you choose to stay, so please be, as it may, safe and cautious.
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There is, but one little ghost tale around here. A tale of a ghost horse they say. She thunders through the trees of Halloween nights, but on a Halloween night aided with a full moon they say magical things begin to happen. They say she can cast spells and wreck devastation to the land. They say she can bewitch you and burn your crops. So be careful on Halloween nights guided by a full moon.
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In the almost-barren town of Lakeside, Colorado, a skeleton mare haunted the streets. The city itself was almost a ghost-town, bearing a population of a meager eight, but the ghost of a horse didn't care. She wanted to start out small before working her way up to the big city of Denver, where chaos and fear would run deep. Every night, Peribit would come out and lure one of the hapless humans to the edge of the forest. Slowly, she would descend into the woods with her prey in tow. Then, when the wicked horse had her victims far away from their homes, she would strike them and drag their belated bodies to a nearby river.
The town was in shock. There was never any violence in Lakeside. At least...not till now. First they began to suspect each other, then they later accused one another. One by one they became consumed by their own fear, hatred, and greed. The town burned itself in ashes.
No one knows what happened to the last to survive; just a small five year old. Some say he burned. Others say the ghost mare dragged him under the water. What do you think happened to the last survivor of the Lakeside Mare?
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One grave afternoon Peribit was laying in the grass beneath her favorite old oak tree. She had her head in the clouds and was dreaming of having a foal of her own. Mortem was up in the tree scratching and sharpening his claws and Mayhem had tucked herself behind Peribit's ear and seemed to be sleeping. The mare knew her spider was asleep, because that spider snored...man Mayhem could snore!
Peribit was actually close to falling asleep herself when she heard a loud yowl and an "uh oh!" from above her. She looked up to see a black mass falling from the sky and landing on her pretty muzzle. The sharp talons of the black mass poked into her face and caused the skeletal mare to leap to her hooves.
"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"
The Halloween mare reared and began to canter in vigorous circles. A big piece of the sky had fallen on her face and it was going to kill them all! She needed to run to the rest of her herd and warn them of the falling sky. Peribit raced to the nearest group of horses and shouted in a cry.
"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"
The group of horses just smiled and laughed at her. "Is this one of your tricks, Miss Trickster?"
"No the sky really is falling! You see! This black....this black......and furry...MORTEM!!!" Peribit was trying to explain her situation to the other horses and had quickly realized that her cat had fallen out of the tree and that was what hit her square in the face. "Oh you CAT!!!"
Peribit was seen chasing the black cat for the rest of the afternoon. She had been upset and embarrassed in front of the other horses and Mortem was not going to get away with it!
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Likes:Peribit loves to play tricks on other horses and give treats to the young ones. Her favorite treats are pumpkin, mint, and passion fruits. Peribit enjoys the company of Mortem and Mayhem. She likes the autumn and spring seasons because of the bountiful colors those seasons bring. Her favorite colors are red, orange, and gold. She loves spiders and doesn't mind their company.
Dislikes:Peribit absolutely despises being alone. Loneliness chokes her horribly. She hates the bitter cold of winter and the melting heat of summer. She has been found to have a high dislike of screeching roaches and cockroaches along with similar species of roach. Peribit's least favorite treat is sugar cubes.
Hobbies:Peribit does make a hobby of frightening others, but her secret hobby lies in games. She enjoys puzzles and games that work the mind. Peribit wishes to become smarter and therefore plays these mind games. Usually she will play them with Mortem, but on occasion will invite other horses to play too. Her favorite mind game is riddles. Here is one of her favorite riddles:
You have a barrel of oil, and you need to measure out just one gallon. How do you do this if you only have a three-gallon container and a five-gallon container?
Dreams:Peribit dreams of finding love. She wants that other half of her soul. This pretty mare just wants someone to be her mate and her best friend for life. Peribit DREAMS of having cute little foals of her own and cherishing them. She wants to raise a family rather than watch and give treats to other mares' foals. This Halloween girl wants a real friend to confide in. Yes, she has Mortem, Mayhem, and a tolerance for Mikasa, but it isn't the same! She would love to have a Khimaira friend.
What deadly sin best fits Peribit?:Lust. Peribit is very lustful and therefore this is her deadliest sin. She craves for love. Yes, there is a difference between lust and love, but since she has never experienced either this makes it her sin. She might think it's love, but in fact it is lust.
What poem best fits Peribit?Edgar Allan Poe wrote:The Raven
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
What brings joy to Peribit?Foals and children bring enormous amounts of joy to this mare. She loves the young ones and deeply wishes she had one of her own. Little human children have also been known to bring joy into this mare's life.
What does Peribit collect?Peribit collects pumpkins. It is a silly collection, but she loves pumpkins. She Loves the colors and the shapes some of them have. Peribit will even add jack-o-lanterns into her collection if they're available.
Peribit's views on "Love"Peribit believes that love should be a shared mutual feeling between two compatible souls. It should not be a one time thing or a cultural hook up. She wants someone who will respect her values, views, and virtues. Love is not the same as Lust. Peribit wants someone who is willing to share everything including their very lives with her.
Does this mare like her given name?Yes, Peribit loves her name. Her show name is very unique and almost sounds like a little spell. Her barn name is adorably different despite its meaning. It's short and cute. Perish may be a dark name, but it does match her coat and the Holiday she represents. Et Mortuus Est In Somno 'Peribit'...what a lovely name.
Peribit's favorite trick to playPeribit loves to sneak up on others. She waits for the perfect time when they are not watching and then she will continuously get closer to them. By the time she is breathing on their haunches, it's too late to react. Of course this send the other horse into a major spook. How would you like it if someone were to sneak up on you in the dead of the night and was suddenly behind you when you thought they were somewhere else?
This mare also likes to run out to the herd and cry for wolves. This use to send the herd barreling into the forest and into a vine-net trap. The trap would lift the horses up off the ground and into the trees. Peribit loved seeing their frightened faces.
Peribit also likes to walk up to a horse in a dizzy state. She will pretend to have lost a lot of blood and will even add a red dye liquid to make it look real. The horse, of course, will end up running in fear. How would you respond if a horse had blood running and dripping down her muzzle?
Peribit also likes to run wild in the woods while making mysterious screeching noises. These noises are said to bring shivers down your spine and a cold stabbing sensation through your heart. This mare enjoys making this sound on moonless nights to give an extra chilling effect. Oh how Peribit loves to frighten everyone!
What is Peribit's favorite place to go?Peribit loves sleeping underneath an old oak tree that sits on top of a secluded hill. She loves walking through the forest at night and enjoys basking in the moonlight. She might even be found on moonlit beaches if the time is right. Occasionally she is around foals during the day and alone with her cat and spider at night.
Discipline:Peribit excels at dressage. She loves dancing around and acting flirty in font of a slew of judges. She finds this exercise very therapeutic and relaxing. Peribit isn't a huge fan of pulling carts or show jumping. She prefers her hooves to stay on the ground.
Relationships:Mortem the Black KittenThis little black kitten was found by Peribit in a broken down, forgotten shed. The little black kitten has orange eyes and a half bitten ear. He had taken to the big mare as though she were his momma. He is generally seen on her withers purring and loving on her like he would with a mother. The two are virtually inseparatable. Peribit is seen as his guardian for she not only cares for him, but also protects him. She might be seen from time to time tricking mice or birds for him so he can catch and eat them. Mortem means death in Latin.
Mayhem the TarantulaMayhem is Peribit's other half. The two are always constantly causing "mayhem" and trouble in the stables. The little spider will go in and scare horses in their stalls while Peribit frightens them even more with a shrill. These two met one day by an old oak tree. Mayhem was going to scare the mare while Peribit was going to scare a little birdie for Mortem. Mayhem did succeed in surprising her, but failed to scare her. This tarantula is known to make pretty webs in her friend's mane.
Wherever You Go, I GoMikasa Acherman does not really mind the spooky mare at all. Not much gets past Mikasa and she, herself, is rarely ever frightened of anything. The only time this black appaloosa mare is scared is when her mate Aérean is threatened, harmed, hurt, or missing. Due to this fact, Mikasa is probably the only friesian that is willing to get close to Peribit. They are not exactly best friends, but they are willing to put up with each other.
There are times when Mikasa will get on Peribit's nerves and that's when, of course, the appaloosa is crying over her Eren and missing him. Peribit thinks she is fine and needs to stop worrying so much about her mate. Eren is a big stallion and can care for himself. Typically during these times, Peribit will just continue to scare and spook Mikasa just to get her to stop whining.
Just as Mikasa gets on Peribit's nerves, Peribit gets on Mikasa's. The Halloween mare will often times pull one too many tricks on the black mare. This becomes extremely annoying to Mikasa and she will often at times threaten Peribit to leave and leave her as lonely as possible. Peribit, being afraid of being left alone, relents and stops playing tricks on Mikasa for a few hours.
