Kennel: Nine.
Name: Adallia, but she commonly goes by Lia or Dally. She hates being called Ad or Addy.
Breed: Equine anthro - Mustang mix.
Age: Twenty-two.
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:When I first saw her, I fell completely and totally in love with her. Although her markings are somewhat "average" as far as horses go, something about them just struck me and I was instantly inspired. I love the way that her mossy greens mix well with the blonde of her mane and tail, and how her markings remind me of cookies. I haven't been this inspired by a character in quite some time, to be honest.
She'd find a home on my "Garden of Eden" thread, and be a part of that storyline. I'd love to get a piece of art for her done by Lihmeth, so she could match her mate and brothers, and would collect art of her by other artists as well. I'd draw her myself when I've got the time, and would of course write stories about her.
Personailty: To put it simply, Dally is a very independent girl. She's never needed attention or care from others to be happy, and never will. Although she truly loves to be around others and is a bit of a social butterfly, she's just as happy being alone. However, even when she's having her "alone time", she's never far from her younger brother, who she protects with her life and loves more than words could ever describe.
Dally is also very courageous, and has very few fears. She'd never back down when confronted unless it was obvious that she wouldn't stand a chance, and even then she may still stand her ground. She has a stubborn streak twelve hundred miles long, and is always very sure of herself. Her opinion cannot be changed by any outside force, no matter the effort put into it, and she's never afraid to speak her mind.
Despite that, she's also a very calm and gentle girl. She doesn't like fighting, arguing, or yelling and prefers to spend her life quietly existing on the sidelines. She's never liked the idea of violence, and is very against it, but will still do what she must. She has a very kind and generous soul, making her very hard to dislike. She's also incredibly maternal, and tends to act very motherly towards other creatures even when she doesn't mean to.
Dislikes&Likes:Likes: Running, wind, feeling free, the cold, winter, snow, ice, water, Camomille (her mate), Patches (her younger brother).
Dislikes: Dry heat, rocks, desert, being dirty, dust storms, rain, thunder, lightning, storms, summer, Storm (her older brother).
Histroy/Backround:{5000 max,500 min}I am born from air, from the simple distinction between land and freedom.
I was born in a time of great discomfort, for both my family and the rest of our kind.
We traveled through sleet and hail my first three years, and I did not understand why my herdmates were so upset with our conditions. Although it was all that I knew, it was not in my blood to enjoy the cool air of eternal winter and yet I still did. Something about the way the snowflakes fell onto my fur and danced before my eyes enchanted me, and I loved nothing more than to sleep in the iciest patches of our frozen homeland.
My mother was quite proud of me for that strange quirk. While my kind is prone to complaints and easy discomforts, I was as water - fluid, ever flowing, always adapting, always surviving. My father wished for me to be more traditional, but did enjoy that I was much calmer than my brother, who had been born in the heat of summer and could not stand the bitter cold.
My brother, you see, was a very vengeful and cruel soul. He despised every moment of his life for as long as I knew him, and even in my child years I knew that it was bad of him. The way I saw it, each day was a precious gift, one we dare not waste.
While I lived as much life as I could, he hid in the back of our cave-home and lashed out angrily at all who entered.
Despite his behavior, I did my best to show my love to him. After all he was my brother, and he deserved to be loved as well. But somehow he saw me as an evil child, and blamed the eternal winter on my existence. He told me that it got cold when our mother announced my existence, but my mother always denied such a silly thing. As such, I never did believe him, but always did I wonder. . .
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When I was four years old, my mother announced joyous news: I would have a younger brother! The news filled my father and I with joy, but sent my elder brother into a terrible rage and depression. He stopped speaking and slowly began to stop eating, taking his anger out on anyone who dared come near to him. This made our mother quite sad, but she was able to forget his sorrows with the weight of her joy.
A short while after our new little brother - a tiny little runt the color of rainclouds - was born, the eternal winter began to fade away, revealing our homeland to be very hot and very green. I did not like the change and wished for it to go back to how it was, but all of my herdmates were ecstatic with the change in weather, so I did not complain. My eldest brother's depression crumbled and he began to speak and eat once more, but I could see the resentment in his eyes whenever he looked at the baby.
The baby was a fun little foal, who would smile and coo and cling tightly to me, but our elder brother was envious of him for some reason I could not see. He was just a little baby, a baby with no past. He had done not a thing wrong, and not a thing right. All he had done was exist, and that wasn't by a choice of his own. Despite that, however, he was still marked a demon by our brother.
Our mother and father never noticed their eldest child's slowly-boiling rage, as they were far too caught up in the joy of a new child to fully notice their old ones. I did not mind, and although I was young I understood. But my brother never did. He could not accept that a newborn child needed more attention than he did, even though my young child's mind told me that it was the most common of senses.I realize now that I should have spoken up, should have said a word to someone, but by the time my child's mind knew something was wrong it was far too late already.
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When I was seven and the baby was three, there was a great and terrible storm. It tore apart much of the homeland we occupied, and lasted for many weeks. No one was allowed to leave their caves, and it was quite a terrifying experience for all. Because he feared the scary outside sounds, I stayed in the deepest part of the cave with the baby at all times, while our parents and brother stayed around the middle.
One morning I woke to the sound of bloodcurdling screams, and was paralyzed where I lay. I did not know what to do, so I did all that I could. I held the baby tightly to me and covered his ears. I whispered to him that everything would be alright for many long hours, until all noise stopped. I hid him beneath a pile of large blanket-leaves, and told him to stay quiet.I then left him to shakily venture towards the mouth of our cave. I did not know then, but know that, that it was a very big mistake.
When I reached the middle of the cave it was black as dark, as though someone had put out the fire that our parents always kept alive. I should have known then that something was wrong, but was still far too naive and curious for my own well being. When a flash of lightning lit up the cave enough to see, I saw a sight most horrific. Our parents lay dead on the ground, and red was splattered everywhere.I could not move because of the terror I felt, and when another flash of lightning lit up the world I saw my eldest brother outside in the rain, covered in red and laughing.
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At the age of fourteen I decided that it was time to leave. My younger brother and I had been viewed very differently by our herdmates since the great tragedy, and although they spoke not of it their gazes said enough. So I took my brother in my arms one sleepy dawn, and simply walked away. Once he was awake he strode alongside me, and I know not how long we walked.
Our journey lasted for a great number of days, so many in fact that I lost count, before we saw another soul. A strange gray lion with interesting blue marks approached us one evening, a smile on his face. He spoke to us kindly and invited us to join his pride, which he said was a lion's herd. Something about him was very calming and put me at great ease, so I accepted his offer graciously.
The travel to his pride's homeland was a bit long, but nothing like our travel to him. The path was filled with beautiful things we had never before seen, and as such neither of us minded much. It was a refreshing change of scenery, although it stayed very warm the whole way. He told us about his pride's homeland, and how it was a beautiful jungle village by a giant waterfall. It sounded very pretty even though I did not understand his words.
When we arrived, I realized that my suspicions were indeed correct. Although the place was quite warm, it was very beautiful and had a particular atomosphere that I couldn't quite put my finger on, however I enjoyed it immediately. He invited us to stay for as long as we would like, and gave us a cute little straw hut in which to live. After introducing us to our neighbors, who were all just as kind as he, we were left alone to make ourselves at home.
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After what felt like years in that paradise, but truly was only a few days, I spotted an angel.
Like me she was an equine, and even had beautiful wings, just as I do. Something about her struck me immediately, and I was quite fascinated with her. I longed to know her and speak to her for many long hours, but was overcome with a terrible fit of shyness and could not bring myself to approach her. She soon disppeared from my view, and I cursed myself for being such a fool. The village wasn't large, but it also wasn't small. Finding her again would be a challenge as I had not been there long.
Luckily for me, though, fate had already decided for us.
Upon returning home I learned that one of my neighbors, and elder panther with frail bones, had passed on in his sleep. I was saddened by the news, but upon realizing that the mysterious equine I had seen on my earlier explorations was to be my new neighbor, I was quite happy. The elder panther no longer had to suffer, and now I was sure to speak to the girl.
I quickly learned that, like me, she had left her homeland in hopes of finding a better place to be. Unlike me, however, she had no herd or family. Her mother stayed with her until her tenth year of life, and then disappeared during the night. What struck me as odd about her past was that she was not saddened by it. In fact, she seemed quite happy with her circumstances. This intrigued me, and my desire to know more was only intensified.
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Over the years we became the very closest of friends, and soon our relationship began to blossom into something more. One night while we sat on a mountain top and gazed at the stars - a love we both shared - something happened between us that I cannot explain. No word was said, but we both realized the change and respected fate's wishes.
When we awoke the next morning we watched the sunrise together before walking back to the village, hand-in-hand. No one had to ask when they saw us, they just smiled and nodded a silent understanding. That was indeed the most beautiful thing about the village and our pride; every soul just
knew things about the rest. We did not need to speak and trip over words in an effort to convey a point, we all just knew and shared a common understanding. No one argued or fussed, everyone just simply accepted and held happiness for the happiness of their pridemates.
I moved into her home not long after, as my brother was by then old enough to care for himself. I did not wish to leave him, however, so although we had the opportunity to move into a large hut we kindly rejected the offer. She understood my need to be close enough should my brother need me, and neither of us required any more space. We were a small bit cramped, but we spent the majority of our time out in the village so it was no large problem.
We were happy just to be with one another, and often times forgot our silly little problems because of that happiness.
Art:{Made by you this is all up to you through you don't have to do it but it shows your dedication} I'll try and get one but before the code drop, but will be very busy with real-life things next week so I can't guarantee it.
Other:{If there is anything left} I got my info on Mustangs from
here. I apologize if it isn't accurate.
Her older brother Storm:
By Lihmeth.
Her younger brother Patches:
By Lihmeth.
Her mate Camomille:
By Lihmeth.
I know that her story seems a bit "unfinished", but that is because, should I be chosen to adopt her, I'd continue adding parts over time. I hope that's alright.
