I told myself I wasn't going to try out for any other chubs... but this darling has charmed me. :X
Name:
"My name is Soul of an Angel, but most of my friends call me Soul or Angel for short, my full name's a little bit of a mouthful, I don't really mind."
Gender:
"Female, of course!"
Personality:
Soul is a very justice-based chub. She believes in things being right and even, and she does believe in 'an eye for an eye'. Hurt her, and she'll hurt you back, but treat her nicely, and she'll be the best friend you could ever hope for. Despite her angelic looks, she really can deal a blow when she feels that she needs to, and can be quite brave and bold. She's extremely smart, allowing her to be a good problem-solver, and she enjoys solving the dilemmas of others. In fact, she keeps a pile of cross-words and puzzles in her stall, although often she has to ask her human to help her assemble them correctly, as it is hard to hold a tiny puzzle peice or pencil with her hooves. It's unlikely that she'll ever take a mate unless she finds one that she believes can keep up with her both mentally and in her almost-superhero-esque ways, and if she does, you can rest assured she will teach her children to be little vigilantes on their own. In her spare time, she has a sweet voice and enjoys singing to herself, which is why she keeps a small radio in her stall. However, she's not one to boast, and so she tries not to do it when others are around because she thinks that would qualify as flaunting. She doesn't like being alone, and often can be found socializing with the 'loners' of the herd, making sure they feel just as beloved as the rest. Once having been a loner herself, she understands how bad it can hurt to simply be ignored.
History/Backstory:
Soul of an Angel was born like any other normal little chub, to a loving mother and father. They were both very kind, loving chubs, who adored their only daughter and protected her feircely. However, they could not protect her against the force and power of the hunters who came after them, wanting their pretty little feathered wings and horns to sell. They killed both of Soul's parents when she was still merely a filly, but by some sort of luck, she managed to escape by diving deep into the forest she had called home for all of her life. The hunters got lost looking for her, and eventually gave up and left her alone. It was only then that Soul emerged... only to be captured by the wealthy father of a bratty young girl who had heard about the cute little chubs and wanted one to call her own. Soul was dragged off to the girl's home, where she was kept well, but neglected. The stables were amazing, brand new and shiny, but the girl often forgot to feed her or groom her when she was busy with her friends, and hardly ever said even a kind word to Soul unless she was showing her off to her friends, when she would flaunt, "Isn't my chub the prettiest chub ever?!" Just to make her friends jealous. Thankfully, one day the girl foolishly forgot to lock the door, and Soul nudged it open and crept away into the night, using her wings to fly away. She didn't know where she was flying, but anywhere was better than where she was.
Unfortunately, Soul was attacked by a territorial hawk, who did just enough damage to the small chub to render her wings mostly useless for anything but show. She landed and galloped away, only to run right into the hands of the poachers, who recognized her immediately and saw a chance for revenge. They took her to the auction, hoping to get a pretty penny, and hoping one of the meat-producing factories would get their hands on her. In a wonderful twist of fate, Anastasia happened to be wandering around, and saw the little chub, who immediately captured her heart. Anastasia spent everything she had on her to bring the chub home with her to Silver Stables, where she knew Soul would be able to live out the rest of her life in happiness with the rest of her beloved chubs. Bringing her home, the poachers tried to sneak her away, but Anastasia warned them off with her trusty knife, and knew they would never return again.
Art:
{WIP}
Story:
It was shortly after her parents had been taken away, and it had been an exhausting day. First thing in the morning she had gone scavenging for something to eat, and had found only a few mouthfuls of dry, scratchy grass and a dandelion leaf or two left over from the deer when she saw something shiny and black in the bushes. A shot rang out, and she jumped up just in time to run away, the bullet whizzing loudly past. The human shouted and jumped up to chase after her, but she was smaller and knew the pathways better, she disappeared into the shadows of the forest before the human even had a chance to see where she had gone. She hid amongst a few blackberry bushes and nibbled at what was left of the sweet berries until she was quite sure that the human had left and she was safe again. There was a stinging cut on one of her hind legs from when she had tripped over a pricker bush's vine. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to hinder her much, and she went on to go find herself a drink.
The pond wasn't very far, but it was surrounded by a 'beach' of rocks. The rocks were sharp-edged and prodded at her tender, sore hooves, cutting them and making her grimace as she made her way to the edge of the water so she could have a sip to cure her sore throat. She got her drink and went on her way, not noticing the bush that wriggled oddly behind her as she left, skittering after her sneakily.
She hadn't made it very far in when she heard a small twig snap loudly behind her. The noise was uncannily close to the gun when it had gone off, and without a second thought, she galloped away as fast as her injured hooves would carry her. She could hear the human behind her calling out as though she would simply follow him off to her doom, and she ran faster, pinning her ears against her head. Brambles caught in her tail and slowed her down as they got caught on small trees and plants, each time tugging her to a halt. Finally she had run so far she realized that she didn't know where she was anymore... and as she paused to examine the empty plain around her, a thick net of black was thrown over her, and she hit the ground with a startled whinny. "Mommy! Daddy!" She shrieked, before remembering that they were never coming back, and her young eyes filled with tears as she struggled, but nothing happened. She could hear humans chattering outside of the net, and could see their vague, fuzzy forms through the netting.
"Thanks!" A taller, skinnier man was saying, wearing a huge grin as he handed over a stack of green something... she couldn't tell what it was, like leaves, but thinner and stacked neatly on top of each other, square-ish. "I don't know what I would do if it weren't for you! The girl's been begging me for days for one of these things!"
"Well, this one's a little fiesty, so watch out. She should be fine, though." The one who had caught her nudged her with the edge of his boot, and Soul squealed. "I'd let her settle in a little bit before you let your kid play with her, but besides that, have fun." Soul thought she saw him smirk and flick through the green papers before he chuckled heartily. "See you later, Mr.Tale." He waved and walked away, into a great heap of shiny metal that made a startling nosie as it started up and chugged away. Soul was more terrified than she had ever been in her life.
"Well, that simply won't do." 'Mr.Tale' approached her with something shiny in his hand. Before she knew it, he had plunged it deep into her shoulder, and everything went dark.
She woke up in a small, confined space, feeling achey all over. Her hooves had been awkwardly bandaged up, and she struggled to stand, shaking like a newborn trying to walk. She cried out, but there was no answer, just her own cry echoing back to her. "Help!" She begged, but there was nothing she could do. Soul was so weak she accidentally ran into one of the thick wooden walls and slipped back down, beginning to cry again.
She was so exhausted, she fell asleep again almost immediately. In her dreams, she saw her parents. They stared at her with pity, and Soul sighed contentedly as her mother came forward and embraced her, remembering the familiar warmth as though it had been only the hour before. Her mother's tears stained Soul's pelt as Soul stared up at her in disbelief. "Be strong, beloved." Her mother begged, not even bothering to wipe away her tears, smiling sorrowfully at her only child. "Be strong. You'll do great things when you're older, if you'll just hang in there, darling." She kissed the top of her head, then her father stepped forward and hugged her as well, his silent strength was astounding, and Soul sniffled, suddenly feeling their sorrow as strongly as though it were her own.
"I miss you," She whimpered, and her mother smiled that sad smile again, nodding. "I miss you too, love," She replied, staring at Soul intently. Then, suddenly, the two of them turned to mist and disappeared. Soul woke up, sobbing as loudly as she ever had in her life -- it was like losing them all over again, yet she also had the strength to go on now, encouraged by her parents insisting.
That would be the day she met her first owner, one Miss Abigail Tale. That was where Soul's story truly began...