Username:
I have no love
Kennel Number:
111
Name:
Zana
Gender:
female
Breed/Species:
Horse/Spirit
Personality:
Caring: Zana will go out of her way to help someone in need. She has spent time learning how to heal the sick and injured and to care for young ones when there is no-one else to look after them
Determined: If Zana makes a promise she will do absolutely anything in her power to keep it, no matter what that promise may be. She won't back down easily from a challenge either. She wishes desperately to prove herself to others and at times can seem a little reckless
Vengeful: Zana may be gentle but there is only so much she can take. If anyone even attempts to harm her friends she will bring her wrath down on them. There are ways to fight with out killing and Zana has spent much of her time learning them so that she may protect the ones she loves while still keeping her promise not to cause harm.
Background/History:
The gentle wind was calm and the sky was clear of clouds when I was born. The grass felt cool when I first touched it with my still-wet body. My first scent was my that of my mothers breath, my first sight was her kind brown eyes looking at me with love and joy. That first day was the happiest of my life, spending my time enjoying the simple pleasure of being alive. With my mother grazing peacefully I met the other foals of the herd. They were all kind to me but the most caring, the most thoughtful, was a small colt named Khalil. He was much older than me, almost a yearling but he was born small and was only slightly taller than me. We became fast friends and spent most of our time together.
That is how the first year of my life went by, playing with Khalil and the other horses, exploring our valley home. We found all sorts of secret places like the pond near the base of the nearby mountain. I loved it there, relaxing in the cool mountain water, and have often returned during my life to reflect on things, for there I felt completely at peace.My life particularly uneventful for the most part, and our adventures consisted mainly of moving between valleys. But when I turned three everything changed.
We were returning to the southern valley, to catch the sweet spring grass that had thrived on the lower slopes during the winter. The still-cold air nipped at our ears as we walked when suddenly Jinjang, the lead stallion, stopped suddenly. Raising his head high he flicked his ears back and forth, listening intently. Immediately I could feel that something was wrong. Then in the distance I heard a long, moaning howl. My legs started to quiver as mother walked over to stand by my side. She was beautiful that day, with her head high and determination to protect clear in her deep brown eyes as the wolf pack slunk out of the mist, their eyes glowing yellow and their teeth flashing white. That is how I remember her best, full of life and love, and not the cold dead corpse that she had been when I left her. I dare not describe in detail all that happened during the fight with the wolves but I will say that we lost half the herd and of my friends Khalil was the only one to leave that fight alive.
The rest of the herd moved about without much purpose for the following years. Living in fear, wandering the mountains without direction until one by one we began to die of heartache until It was just khalil and I left. I was seven and he was eight and we had become inseparable, using each other for comfort and support. Then he got sick. he would cough no-stop for hours during the night and each day he became thinner and thinner, no matter how much he ate. I feared for his life.
Death came for him in during our fourth winter since the battle with the wolves. It came swiftly as he slept and in the morning I woke to find his cold body laying peacefully beside me. It looked like he was still sleeping but I know instantly that he was gone. I cried out in sadness and fled from the clearing where we had been sleeping. I don't know how long I ran but I stopped beside a small icy pond. it was the same pond that khalil and I had found when we were still young and there I knelt down and cried. I cried for my mother and my I herd and I cried for Khalil until I had no more tears to shed. There I lay and as I lay the frost settled on my back, and the moon shone bright overheard, turning the frost-markings silver. I heard a gentle voice whisper in my ear and looked up to see my mother standing by my side, her eyes gazing at my with love. "come with me my sweet" she nickered gently "together we may roam the stars. I looked away back at the pond, glowing like a silver disk in the night "no" I had whispered "no mother, I'm sorry but I can't leave the world, I love it to much". my mother gazed at me "are you sure?" she had asked, trying hard to hide her surprise. I nodded slowly and she sighed "then you may stay but not as you were." slowly she began to fade "I love you....." she whispered and disappeared for the last time.That night I left the living world but never entered the spirit realm. My one chance was gone and now I walk alone here on the earth.
Use:
She is either going to be my fursona or my most beloved charrie.
Age:
Zana was 7 when she passed into the spirit realm. She is currently 130 years old
Appearance:
Zana is a very special horse. Her coat is a normal black by day and during the new moon but at night, when the stars and moon are shining in the sky her markings appear. Their brightness varies, mimicking the phase of the moon. The smaller and dimmer the moon the dimmer her markings glow.
likes:
Zana enjoys taking walks in the moonlight when the sky is clear and the stars are out. She also enjoys the company of wolves and other nocturnal creatures.
Dislikes:
Zana has very few dislikes, one of them is the sun. Being partially of the spirit world the sun hurts her if she is in it for to long.
Art:
(hopefully i will add more)
Lineart by Neara
Turkey Wolf
I have no love
Kennel Number:
111
Name:
Zana
Gender:
female
Breed/Species:
Horse/Spirit
Personality:
Caring: Zana will go out of her way to help someone in need. She has spent time learning how to heal the sick and injured and to care for young ones when there is no-one else to look after them
Determined: If Zana makes a promise she will do absolutely anything in her power to keep it, no matter what that promise may be. She won't back down easily from a challenge either. She wishes desperately to prove herself to others and at times can seem a little reckless
Vengeful: Zana may be gentle but there is only so much she can take. If anyone even attempts to harm her friends she will bring her wrath down on them. There are ways to fight with out killing and Zana has spent much of her time learning them so that she may protect the ones she loves while still keeping her promise not to cause harm.
Background/History:
The gentle wind was calm and the sky was clear of clouds when I was born. The grass felt cool when I first touched it with my still-wet body. My first scent was my that of my mothers breath, my first sight was her kind brown eyes looking at me with love and joy. That first day was the happiest of my life, spending my time enjoying the simple pleasure of being alive. With my mother grazing peacefully I met the other foals of the herd. They were all kind to me but the most caring, the most thoughtful, was a small colt named Khalil. He was much older than me, almost a yearling but he was born small and was only slightly taller than me. We became fast friends and spent most of our time together.
That is how the first year of my life went by, playing with Khalil and the other horses, exploring our valley home. We found all sorts of secret places like the pond near the base of the nearby mountain. I loved it there, relaxing in the cool mountain water, and have often returned during my life to reflect on things, for there I felt completely at peace.My life particularly uneventful for the most part, and our adventures consisted mainly of moving between valleys. But when I turned three everything changed.
We were returning to the southern valley, to catch the sweet spring grass that had thrived on the lower slopes during the winter. The still-cold air nipped at our ears as we walked when suddenly Jinjang, the lead stallion, stopped suddenly. Raising his head high he flicked his ears back and forth, listening intently. Immediately I could feel that something was wrong. Then in the distance I heard a long, moaning howl. My legs started to quiver as mother walked over to stand by my side. She was beautiful that day, with her head high and determination to protect clear in her deep brown eyes as the wolf pack slunk out of the mist, their eyes glowing yellow and their teeth flashing white. That is how I remember her best, full of life and love, and not the cold dead corpse that she had been when I left her. I dare not describe in detail all that happened during the fight with the wolves but I will say that we lost half the herd and of my friends Khalil was the only one to leave that fight alive.
The rest of the herd moved about without much purpose for the following years. Living in fear, wandering the mountains without direction until one by one we began to die of heartache until It was just khalil and I left. I was seven and he was eight and we had become inseparable, using each other for comfort and support. Then he got sick. he would cough no-stop for hours during the night and each day he became thinner and thinner, no matter how much he ate. I feared for his life.
Death came for him in during our fourth winter since the battle with the wolves. It came swiftly as he slept and in the morning I woke to find his cold body laying peacefully beside me. It looked like he was still sleeping but I know instantly that he was gone. I cried out in sadness and fled from the clearing where we had been sleeping. I don't know how long I ran but I stopped beside a small icy pond. it was the same pond that khalil and I had found when we were still young and there I knelt down and cried. I cried for my mother and my I herd and I cried for Khalil until I had no more tears to shed. There I lay and as I lay the frost settled on my back, and the moon shone bright overheard, turning the frost-markings silver. I heard a gentle voice whisper in my ear and looked up to see my mother standing by my side, her eyes gazing at my with love. "come with me my sweet" she nickered gently "together we may roam the stars. I looked away back at the pond, glowing like a silver disk in the night "no" I had whispered "no mother, I'm sorry but I can't leave the world, I love it to much". my mother gazed at me "are you sure?" she had asked, trying hard to hide her surprise. I nodded slowly and she sighed "then you may stay but not as you were." slowly she began to fade "I love you....." she whispered and disappeared for the last time.That night I left the living world but never entered the spirit realm. My one chance was gone and now I walk alone here on the earth.
Use:
She is either going to be my fursona or my most beloved charrie.
Age:
Zana was 7 when she passed into the spirit realm. She is currently 130 years old
Appearance:
Zana is a very special horse. Her coat is a normal black by day and during the new moon but at night, when the stars and moon are shining in the sky her markings appear. Their brightness varies, mimicking the phase of the moon. The smaller and dimmer the moon the dimmer her markings glow.
likes:
Zana enjoys taking walks in the moonlight when the sky is clear and the stars are out. She also enjoys the company of wolves and other nocturnal creatures.
Dislikes:
Zana has very few dislikes, one of them is the sun. Being partially of the spirit world the sun hurts her if she is in it for to long.
Art:
(hopefully i will add more)
Lineart by Neara
Turkey Wolf
