Your Name: Jelli
Horse's Name: Antigone
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Story/Legend/Myth:
They say Antigone was a crazed mare, a bad omen for anyone to set their eyes upon her. She was ever precarious, ever watching, yet incredibly elusive. Her footsteps were as silent as the dead of night and she was swift as a quick-footed rabbit. The way she poised herself seemed brash, confident, cruel even. Yet her eyes read something entirely different. They read of immense tragedy and loss, a tortured soul trapped with no escape. Fear echoed through her rib cage as her paranoia slowly consumed her. Once a mare highly sought after humans for her odd colored coat, she now roams the windy deserts in solitude. She is never disturbed, for the humans have stopped looking for her. Legend has it she went insane the day she was exiled from her herd for defending the glory of her dear, dear brother. Cursed by the gods and faced with eternal loneliness, the pain finally got to her troubled mind and sent her off the deep end. The black marks are the telltale sign of this forsaken mare, given to her as a mark of her curse. Now, instead of regarded as beautiful and captivating, her story is told as a cautionary tale to those inspired to rebel.
She sprouts fear in the eyes of those who are so unfortunate to catch a glimpse of this flighty mare. Most believe that she posses some sort of evil voodoo magic which she uses in a malicious manner. They say that she infects her victims with a virus that consumes them and shoots poison through their bloodstream. They convulse with jerky movements while the cursed mare watches them suffer. They don't die however, they simply become possessed. Others say she has the ability to control the mind of those she encounters, causing them to do her bidding and wreak havoc where ever they may go. There are even stories claiming that those who see her will be caused to go mad, or even frozen on the spot from pure fear. She is described wild, violent, manipulative, sadistic even. Whatever the truth may be, one thing is certain. No one will ever have sympathy for poor, poor Antigone.