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Name: Solas
Nickname(s): None,
she doesn't think
it necessary to
shorten a five-
letter word
Gender: Female
Age: Eight years
old
Date of Birth: The
12th of January
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Father: Unknown
Mother: Deceased
Siblings: None
that she knows of
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Favourite Colours:
Gentle pinks,
yellows and
oranges
Favourite Animal:
A phoenix
Favourite Flower:
Sunflower
Favourite Time
of Day: Sunrise
Favourite Food:
Mangoes
Star Sign:
Capricorn
Lucky Number: 2
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Height: 17.2 hh
Coat: Sooty
Buckskin Near
Leopard, with
Dual Colored
mane and tail.
Weight: 267 kg
Eye Colour:
Amber
Scars: None on
the outside
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Likes:
☀ Freedom
☀ Daytime
☀ Light
Dislikes:
☀ Many
humans,
especially
those who
excessively
raise their
voices.
☀ Guns
☀ Being
trapped
Strengths:
☀ Is physically
strong
☀ Is determined
☀ Does not
follow blindly
Weaknesses:
☀ She has a
tendency to be
very afraid of
humans
unknown to her
☀ She can
sometimes
have serious
disagreements
with other
Oxiries
☀ She is a
grudge-holder,
finding it
difficult to
forgive past
wrongs
Theme song:
Shake It Out, by
Florence + The
Machine
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It's always darkest before the dawn...❞Shake It Out, by Florence + The Machine
When the sun first sweeps its fair light over the land, it is not hard to imagine that it has, for that brief instant, dropped a little shard of sunlight on the earth as it appears to meet it. Perhaps you could claim that such a fantastical event occurred the day of Solas' birth. Although she was born to a wild white Oxirie, from birth the calf's coat radiated the glorious hues of the sunrise, in particular the beautiful oranges and the fading darkness of the dying night. With every passing day, young Solas grew into a true sunbeam; courageous, noble and a beacon of hope to all those around her. It was almost as if she believed that she could conquer the dark world beyond the warm comfort of her mother's flanks with her light.
How naive she was then.
There comes a time in every youngster's life when they realise that for every drop of honey, a drop of blood exists. It is the time when they know that life is not just composed of hope, joy and virtue, but of despair, misery and vice as well. There is no preventing this time. It may be delayed or averted for a while but eventually it will come. For Solas, this time came when she was but a few months of age.
Solas' mother was walking across the desert sands. The sun was still low on the horizon, yet its heat was already beginning to be felt. Lizards basked on the sandy-red boulders that dotted the coarse, orange sand. Solas was following her mother to an oasis where they may quench their thirst when it happened. In a split second, the calf saw a black metal object glinting from the corner of her eye. Solas had no idea that was the barrel of a gun peaking out from behind one of the largest boulders. Suddenly, a sound like a thunderclap split the air, the loudest sound the calf had ever heard in her short life. Solas looked to her mother for reassurance, a gentle nuzzle to tell her that the sound was not something to be worried about. However, Solas' mother could not do so, nor would she ever be able to do so again. The female Oxirie lay on the desert sand, perfectly still. Her sides did not even flutter with a lone breath. Solas let out a heartbreaking wail, a sound which she had not even known herself to be capable of, as she realised what it meant. Her mother was dead.
Solas was unaware of the presence of humans until she heard raised voices. The calf turned her head and saw two men engaging in an argument. Their voices were loud and harsh, but it was not that which terrified her. Solas' heart began to race fearfully when she saw that each of the men held one of the metal objects which had caused her mother's death. She turned to run, but in an instant one of the men had grabbed her by the tail. The calf struggled frantically to free herself from the human's grasp, yet her efforts were in vain. "I'm telling you, it'll sell for more alive than dead!" Solas' captor barked, slipping a rope around the calf's neck. Among the men, that was the end of the matter. Solas was forced into the back of a battered jeep, protesting every step of the way. However, she was only young and no match for the humans. Yet.
Solas spent several hungry miserable days in a shed crammed with cages. She was given food and drink, but never enough to satisfy her hunger or thirst. Eventually she was transported to a different kind of prison. Solas didn't remember much about the long, tiring journey, but she did recall one of the humans announcing to another where she was being taken. She was going to become one piece in a collection of live animals, privately owned by a 'rich snob' as the man had put it. Solas wasn't obviously looking forward to that. She was given more food and water, a check up with a vet and even grooming, but she hated every minute of it. Solas knew that she was merely in a different type of cage. Sometimes she would be paraded around before her so-called owner and his guests for their entertainment. With every passing day, Solas grew larger, and as every second passed, her hatred for the humans grew more intense. Finally she could stand it no longer. One summer's night, Solas literally broke free from the humans, leaving her stall door hanging by its hinges and the driveway's fancy gate in ruins. However, Solas barely glanced at what she had destroyed, for she had created something far more powerful. Her own freedom.
Years passed and Solas wandered alone through the desert. Yet no matter how many times she tried to socialise with others, a part of her felt missing, incomplete, no matter how much effort she put in. Eventually she didn't bother anymore. However, one night, Solas made a surprising discovery. A sight which she had not seen in many years, a human, out walking for reasons unknown. Instantly the Oxirie attempted to tap into her burning rage at the entire wretched species and found that... she couldn't. Curiosity, or what Solas thought was curiosity, drove her forward to investigate the stranger. The human watched her in fascination, but not with the greed or vanity that Solas had seen before. The Oxirie inched nearer and found that the human smelled of Oxirie as well. Now Solas was really curious. "Hello." spoke the human. "I'm HeroHorse.". She reached up to stroke Solas' face and, to the surprise of both, the Oxirie did not flinch at her touch. "Who are you?" the human asked the Oxirie. As if in answer, the sun began to rise. Its light touched the desert and shone upon Solas' coat, expressing every one of her unique markings. The human's eyes widened in surprise at such astonishing beauty. She found that she felt struck speechless, yet at the same time she needed to say one word to the Oxirie.
"Solas."
HeroHorse wrote:
Images drawn by HeroHorse at Chickensmoothie.com
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no one understands what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is. Unless you have it yourself.
so no worries:)
