ᖴᗩᑕTS
Name »Thowra
Meaning » Wind
Gender » Stallion
Age » 12
Breed » Brumby
Theme Songs » The Silver Brumby Opening Theme (from TV show), Son Of The Wind (from movie), You Can't Take Me
Name »Thowra
Meaning » Wind
Gender » Stallion
Age » 12
Breed » Brumby
Theme Songs » The Silver Brumby Opening Theme (from TV show), Son Of The Wind (from movie), You Can't Take Me
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Coat » Pale palomino
Mane & Tail» Silvery white
Eyes » Blue
Height » 15.3 hands
Build » Light weight. Has a majority of Arabian and Thoroughbred blood. Slightly heavier than an Arabian, lighter than a Thoroughbred.
Coat » Pale palomino
Mane & Tail» Silvery white
Eyes » Blue
Height » 15.3 hands
Build » Light weight. Has a majority of Arabian and Thoroughbred blood. Slightly heavier than an Arabian, lighter than a Thoroughbred.
TᖇᗩITS / ᑭᕮᖇSOᑎᗩᒪITY
Likes » High rocky places, the feel of the wind lifting his mane, his mares, his dam and sire.
Dislikes » Man, aggressive and particularly nasty stallions, not being respected.
Fears » The Evil One (Snake), Deep water, The absence of mountains or trees.
Personality » Playful and happy, everything he does reflects energy and purity. Some say he is like magic, fading away mysteriously into the bush, although really, his wise mother, Bel Bel, taught him how to disguise his tracks when he was a young foal. Thowra can be very aggressive. His speed, stamina and agility making him a very difficult horse to fight, even though he's not quite in his prime. He becomes attached to his mares quite easily and will do anything to get one back.
Likes » High rocky places, the feel of the wind lifting his mane, his mares, his dam and sire.
Dislikes » Man, aggressive and particularly nasty stallions, not being respected.
Fears » The Evil One (Snake), Deep water, The absence of mountains or trees.
Personality » Playful and happy, everything he does reflects energy and purity. Some say he is like magic, fading away mysteriously into the bush, although really, his wise mother, Bel Bel, taught him how to disguise his tracks when he was a young foal. Thowra can be very aggressive. His speed, stamina and agility making him a very difficult horse to fight, even though he's not quite in his prime. He becomes attached to his mares quite easily and will do anything to get one back.
ᖇᕮᒪᗩTIOᑎSᕼIᑭS
Mares » Artemis, Arya, Caribou, Silhouette & Daesi
Foals » Zeus (Artemis, expecting)
Favourites » Artemis & Silhouette
Lead Mare » Caribou
Those He Dislikes » Riot & Feather
Mares » Artemis, Arya, Caribou, Silhouette & Daesi
Foals » Zeus (Artemis, expecting)
Favourites » Artemis & Silhouette
Lead Mare » Caribou
Those He Dislikes » Riot & Feather
ᕼISTOᖇY
Thowra was once King of the Cascade Brumbies, until he was captured in a major brumby
run. Thowra was sold to an American woman and her 3-year-old daughter and was shipped to America. (I assume this is set in America). Despite their expectations, Thowra was not an easy horse to train and he put up a fight every time they tried to come near him. He was kept in a grassy paddock with electric fencing and, when the humans disappeared, he took the first chance he could get to escape.
Thowra was once King of the Cascade Brumbies, until he was captured in a major brumby
ᑫᑌOTᕮS
“I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky
at dawning.’ ‘Ah,’ said the first emu, ‘and we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow — that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life — and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic.” ~ Elyne Mitchell - Silver Brumby Kingdom
“Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra” ~ Elyne Mitchell - Silver Brumby's Daughter
“All the love of the high, wild places, all the amazing joy in being alive sounded in his voice” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
“there grew up around the campfires stories of a great silver stallion seen galloping over wind-packed snow way up on the Ramshead Range; of a ghost horse that drank at the Crackenback River; of a horse that all men thought was dead appearing in a blizzard at Dead Horse hut and vanishing again; of the wild stallion cry that could only be Thowra’s. But no man knew where the son of Bel Bel roamed” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
“A long shaft of light came down from the sun behind the clouds and fell on the rearing, striking horses so that Thowra was the glittering foam on a waterfall, was quicksilver held for a dazzling moment in the shape of a horse, but a horse that was never still” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
“Once there was a dark, stormy night in spring, when, deep down in their holes, the wombats knew not to come out, when the possums stayed quiet in their hollow limbs, when the great, black, flying phalangers that live in the mountain forests never stirred. On this night, Bel Bel, the cream brumby mare, gave birth to a colt foal, pale like herself, or paler, in that wild, black storm.” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
“I will call you Thowra,” she said, waking him with her nose, “because that means wind. In the wind you were born, and fleet as the wind you must be if you are to survive.” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
((this horse is based off Thowra from the Silver Brumby Series))
“I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky
“Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra” ~ Elyne Mitchell - Silver Brumby's Daughter
“All the love of the high, wild places, all the amazing joy in being alive sounded in his voice” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
“there grew up around the campfires stories of a great silver stallion seen galloping over wind-packed snow way up on the Ramshead Range; of a ghost horse that drank at the Crackenback River; of a horse that all men thought was dead appearing in a blizzard at Dead Horse hut and vanishing again; of the wild stallion cry that could only be Thowra’s. But no man knew where the son of Bel Bel roamed” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
“Once there was a dark, stormy night in spring, when, deep down in their holes, the wombats knew not to come out, when the possums stayed quiet in their hollow limbs, when the great, black, flying phalangers that live in the mountain forests never stirred. On this night, Bel Bel, the cream brumby mare, gave birth to a colt foal, pale like herself, or paler, in that wild, black storm.” ~ Elyne Mitchell - The Silver Brumby
((this horse is based off Thowra from the Silver Brumby Series))
