Post by nightlily on Jul 5, 2008 1:37:18 GMT -5
Name: Faded Champagne
Gender: Mare/Female
Age: 7 1/2 years of age
Colour: Lightly faded Buckskin
Height: About 14 hands high
Breed: Mustang
Personality: She can be rude and full of herself, often influencing her foal to act the same. In every way she thinks she's rather elegant and beautiful, hence her nearly over-exaggerated movements.
Alliance: Neutral
History: If this conceited mare of outgoing proportions were ever to have been in the care of humans, why, none of her caretakers would've lived. She was born and bred for the wild, as her father usually said, until that fateful day she was set free. Now we've yet to reach that lovely day, so here I shall begin Champagne's ever so interesting life.
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A heap of grey stockings and cream-colored hair laid quietly beside a resting, Dun mare, the young filly barely free from the amniotic sack. Her tiny muzzle opened wide and she let out a hoarse, bleating cry as her slender frame shook while her dark brown eyes gazed at her mother's rump. She let out another bleat and flicked her tail when she saw her mother's crown rise form the grass to crane towards her.
In a heave of thick, sinewy muscles the mare rose to bob her head towards the laying filly and so began the life of Faded Champagne.
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About eight months later, we find our fair Champagne standing beside her mother, Queen, as she grazed. Warm milk glistened on her chin, stark in difference of her now darkening muzzle. Her legs are slender and in no proportion to her goldening coat, likewise to her grey and black, scruffy tail that now flicks aimlessly form side to side. Suddenly, the ground beneath her began to rumble and shake with the approaching hooves of two horses, one a towering Draft horse while the other belonged to a slender Arabian. Her legs bunched behind her as her head shook and her eyes rolled to show the whites, her spindly legs charging her away from her mother out of pure fright.
What happened next was a blur that only now she was able to decipher as the death of her dear mother. The large Draft thundered forward as the Arabian branched off and rounded towards the shaking filly. Large hooves kicked while powerful jaws nipped away at her delicate mother, her only sight the scarlet liquid that bathed the green carpeting. She bleated repeatedly for her mother, but the only response she got was a light nipping form the Arabian's mouth, urging her forward and away form the cackling Draft. For days the three traveled, furthering themselves from the corpses the Draft caused.
Here is where her life branched from the happy, comforting life she was destined to live. Here enters Vanity.
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Now we can find the growing Champagne having traveled with the Arabian and Draft for an entire year, the many images of bleeding corpses now burned into her memory, clouding it and shielding it from any kindness that can be found around her. One day, as per usual, the Arabian, Tulip, ushered her towards a small grove of Willow trees as the Draft, Titan, seeked out the owner of the lands. Several hours passed by and the earth quaked beneath Champagne's hooves, interrupting her suckling as Tulip snorted, "He's got another one... I smell it. Don't you?".
Champagne snorted in reply, her vocals iced in time for her will to not speak to her captors, her adoptive parents.
Indeed, Tulip's words were true for galloping beside Titan was an inky black colt, his dark eyes wide and his coat splattered with scarlet rivulets, most likely the blood of his mother. Together the four galloped away, Champagne's eyes set on the wondrous colt. She had never seen another foal, her life very closed off and regulated by the possessive Tulip.
Several days passed by and while Champagne and the black colt, his name Vanity Unbidden, stood beneath the shade of a tall tree. Several feet away, Titan and Tulip stood grazing, their voices low and their eyes often darting towards the two foals. After several glances and nickering, Vanity found the courage to speak first, his voice slightly uncertain, "Hello.".
"Hi... What's your name?"
"I'm Vanity... Your's?"
"Champagne..."
The air grew silent and just in the nick of time Tulip trotted forth and allowed them each a small meal of sweet milk before the four set off towards the far off mountains.
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Two years passed by uneventful and then Champagne's little world began to crumble, all with the arrival of a bad tempered foal. "Now, now Vanity... Watch your step... You nearly slid back into Champagne." Tulip reprimand as the group struggled up a mountain trail, Titan in the lead and Tulip lagging behind with Champagne and Vanity placed in between. The colt simply nodded, his chest heaving with the strain it put on the poor animal. It took around an hour for the four to reach stable ground where a light break was allowed. The two foals promptly lowered down onto their sides and dozed, but not for long.
A loud bleating caused a wave of concern to pass through Champagne and Tulip while Titan and Vanity snorted nearly in unison. Silence fell and then suddenly in a burst of hooves and brown hair, a young Thoroughbred colt burst onto the stable ground, larger hooves pounding behind him as he disappeared behind the bulking haunches of Titan. "Help!" he let out the strangled cry just as a pair of humans on horseback thundered onto the flat ground. In the chaos that ensued, it was Tulip who unfortunately found herself flying through the air to land dully on her neck, snapping it on contact.
For Titan and Vanity, ropes were tightened around their necks to be lead out of sight of Champagne and the brown colt as they hightailed it off of the flat area to hike back down the only exit that was known to Champagne, the way she had come up. The two foals trudged down, having no breath to speak about what had happened nor to know the other's name. Even when they reached the bottom of the mountain trail, Champagne had enough sense to begin cantering away form the pass, worrying her little heart over whether she was to be caught. The brown colt said nothing as he followed the poor filly, the only thing he was able to do, follow.
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Four months passed by as Champagne and Singe(As she came to find was his name) wandered the lands, moving form place to place and finding that they were now capable of living off more than just milk. It was a complete year before she ever saw the likes of Vanity, but I shall speak of that later, for now we find why Champagne is so calloused.
"Come /on/." Singe whined, nipping at Champagne's already red and raw haunches, making her squeal and actually kick out, her hoof landing roughly against the stallion's shoulder. She remained silent, not wishing to speak with the annoying male. "It's spring, come on... I can just /smell/ you." he nickered, his muzzle rubbing against her hide.
"No!"
"Come /on/ you little b***h!"
"What did you call me?
"You know what I said, now come on."
"NO!" she screamed and spun around, digging her teeth harshly into his side, moving her neck out of range of his teeth.
"Ahhh! That's /it/. You're mine and that's final." he snarled and Champagne's world went dark. he took her, a forced breeding if anything, right before she turned four.
She woke one day to find the sneering Singe no where in sight, seeing her freedom she took it.
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Eleven months passed by and the world was graced with the styling’s like no other. After hours of labor and a film of salty sweat darkening her dusted gold coat, her dark eyes rose and looked over her rump to see a still foal. It's coat was as red as fire with white stockings and a bald face. Not a word spilt from the foal's parting muzzle as Champagne rose and greeted the foal. A simple two hours passed by and the foal rose, revealing it to be a straggly colt, fit for only the likes of Singe. "I will name you, Scorched Skull." she crooned softly.
It wasn't long before the red coat of Singe greeted Champagne's sore eyes. He stuck around, not speaking a word, but merely gaping at his colt, the fruit of his lions. Obviously the Stallion had seen nothing so oddly colored. Her nerves were frayed and her heart was spent, as the red Stallion ferried away her first foal, his white legs pumping uncertainly beside his father who's sweet whispers would lead the colt on to greatness.
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Here we shall see the arrival of Vanity.
Champagne had been wandering the lands, her head bowed and her hooves unknowingly wandering onto Dreaver. She was heartbroken, miserable, and in horrible pain for what other than an open wound would bring her. She'd been favoring her right front hoof for a while now, an old wound form a run-in with a cougar that she'd run off while she'd been pregnant. Tears swam in her dark eyes, the remembrance of the odd-colored colt and his red stallion. Then, a the echoing cry of her name jolted her up right. Nearby, a familiar-ish dark horse galloped towards her, his midnight black eyes glittering in remembrance of the beaten mare. "Champagne, it's me, Vanity!"
At the sound of the name, a smile touched her muzzle, making her head toss up and a joyous nicker leave her lips. She never spoke much, but in this case, she was too choked up to even utter a word. Needless to say, the warmth that spread through the defeated mare wasn't due to the sun basking on her spine, but form the sheer sight of a familiar face.
It wasn't long before they each announced the love for the other and to either’s surprise, the knowledge of a foal within Champagne was ever so good. unlike Singe, Vanity stuck around the mare, encouraging her to keep moving forward, to forget the past, and to think of the foal.
The regular eleven months passed by in a breeze and though Vanity left Champagne to herself for the last week, she could feel his love right beside her as if the stallion were there. A smile through the pain proved to be worth the action for what followed it was a loud bleating of fresh vocals. Her dark eyes rose as her muscled neck rose and a smile rose the sides of her muzzle. What lay beside her rump was a thing of beauty, Dun colored with a peppering of gray along the legs. The dark eyes that stared back at her were possibly even darker than her lovers. "You, are the only thing in my life that’s made sense... You, I will give a name so odd and full of purpose that only I will understand. no matter your temperament, you will be Brutal Chaos." she said to herself, possibly the longest string of words she'd managed in her entire life, probably the longest she'd ever manage. With that she rose and began to care for the foal.
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Now we find Sire, Dam, and Foal all cantering through Dreaver, directly into the claiming grounds, not that any of them know it. They seek any way of purpose, some way out of the chaos and discord and into the peace of life.
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Gender: Mare/Female
Age: 7 1/2 years of age
Colour: Lightly faded Buckskin
Height: About 14 hands high
Breed: Mustang
Personality: She can be rude and full of herself, often influencing her foal to act the same. In every way she thinks she's rather elegant and beautiful, hence her nearly over-exaggerated movements.
Alliance: Neutral
History: If this conceited mare of outgoing proportions were ever to have been in the care of humans, why, none of her caretakers would've lived. She was born and bred for the wild, as her father usually said, until that fateful day she was set free. Now we've yet to reach that lovely day, so here I shall begin Champagne's ever so interesting life.
------------
A heap of grey stockings and cream-colored hair laid quietly beside a resting, Dun mare, the young filly barely free from the amniotic sack. Her tiny muzzle opened wide and she let out a hoarse, bleating cry as her slender frame shook while her dark brown eyes gazed at her mother's rump. She let out another bleat and flicked her tail when she saw her mother's crown rise form the grass to crane towards her.
In a heave of thick, sinewy muscles the mare rose to bob her head towards the laying filly and so began the life of Faded Champagne.
-----------
About eight months later, we find our fair Champagne standing beside her mother, Queen, as she grazed. Warm milk glistened on her chin, stark in difference of her now darkening muzzle. Her legs are slender and in no proportion to her goldening coat, likewise to her grey and black, scruffy tail that now flicks aimlessly form side to side. Suddenly, the ground beneath her began to rumble and shake with the approaching hooves of two horses, one a towering Draft horse while the other belonged to a slender Arabian. Her legs bunched behind her as her head shook and her eyes rolled to show the whites, her spindly legs charging her away from her mother out of pure fright.
What happened next was a blur that only now she was able to decipher as the death of her dear mother. The large Draft thundered forward as the Arabian branched off and rounded towards the shaking filly. Large hooves kicked while powerful jaws nipped away at her delicate mother, her only sight the scarlet liquid that bathed the green carpeting. She bleated repeatedly for her mother, but the only response she got was a light nipping form the Arabian's mouth, urging her forward and away form the cackling Draft. For days the three traveled, furthering themselves from the corpses the Draft caused.
Here is where her life branched from the happy, comforting life she was destined to live. Here enters Vanity.
-----------
Now we can find the growing Champagne having traveled with the Arabian and Draft for an entire year, the many images of bleeding corpses now burned into her memory, clouding it and shielding it from any kindness that can be found around her. One day, as per usual, the Arabian, Tulip, ushered her towards a small grove of Willow trees as the Draft, Titan, seeked out the owner of the lands. Several hours passed by and the earth quaked beneath Champagne's hooves, interrupting her suckling as Tulip snorted, "He's got another one... I smell it. Don't you?".
Champagne snorted in reply, her vocals iced in time for her will to not speak to her captors, her adoptive parents.
Indeed, Tulip's words were true for galloping beside Titan was an inky black colt, his dark eyes wide and his coat splattered with scarlet rivulets, most likely the blood of his mother. Together the four galloped away, Champagne's eyes set on the wondrous colt. She had never seen another foal, her life very closed off and regulated by the possessive Tulip.
Several days passed by and while Champagne and the black colt, his name Vanity Unbidden, stood beneath the shade of a tall tree. Several feet away, Titan and Tulip stood grazing, their voices low and their eyes often darting towards the two foals. After several glances and nickering, Vanity found the courage to speak first, his voice slightly uncertain, "Hello.".
"Hi... What's your name?"
"I'm Vanity... Your's?"
"Champagne..."
The air grew silent and just in the nick of time Tulip trotted forth and allowed them each a small meal of sweet milk before the four set off towards the far off mountains.
-------------
Two years passed by uneventful and then Champagne's little world began to crumble, all with the arrival of a bad tempered foal. "Now, now Vanity... Watch your step... You nearly slid back into Champagne." Tulip reprimand as the group struggled up a mountain trail, Titan in the lead and Tulip lagging behind with Champagne and Vanity placed in between. The colt simply nodded, his chest heaving with the strain it put on the poor animal. It took around an hour for the four to reach stable ground where a light break was allowed. The two foals promptly lowered down onto their sides and dozed, but not for long.
A loud bleating caused a wave of concern to pass through Champagne and Tulip while Titan and Vanity snorted nearly in unison. Silence fell and then suddenly in a burst of hooves and brown hair, a young Thoroughbred colt burst onto the stable ground, larger hooves pounding behind him as he disappeared behind the bulking haunches of Titan. "Help!" he let out the strangled cry just as a pair of humans on horseback thundered onto the flat ground. In the chaos that ensued, it was Tulip who unfortunately found herself flying through the air to land dully on her neck, snapping it on contact.
For Titan and Vanity, ropes were tightened around their necks to be lead out of sight of Champagne and the brown colt as they hightailed it off of the flat area to hike back down the only exit that was known to Champagne, the way she had come up. The two foals trudged down, having no breath to speak about what had happened nor to know the other's name. Even when they reached the bottom of the mountain trail, Champagne had enough sense to begin cantering away form the pass, worrying her little heart over whether she was to be caught. The brown colt said nothing as he followed the poor filly, the only thing he was able to do, follow.
-------------------
Four months passed by as Champagne and Singe(As she came to find was his name) wandered the lands, moving form place to place and finding that they were now capable of living off more than just milk. It was a complete year before she ever saw the likes of Vanity, but I shall speak of that later, for now we find why Champagne is so calloused.
"Come /on/." Singe whined, nipping at Champagne's already red and raw haunches, making her squeal and actually kick out, her hoof landing roughly against the stallion's shoulder. She remained silent, not wishing to speak with the annoying male. "It's spring, come on... I can just /smell/ you." he nickered, his muzzle rubbing against her hide.
"No!"
"Come /on/ you little b***h!"
"What did you call me?
"You know what I said, now come on."
"NO!" she screamed and spun around, digging her teeth harshly into his side, moving her neck out of range of his teeth.
"Ahhh! That's /it/. You're mine and that's final." he snarled and Champagne's world went dark. he took her, a forced breeding if anything, right before she turned four.
She woke one day to find the sneering Singe no where in sight, seeing her freedom she took it.
---------
Eleven months passed by and the world was graced with the styling’s like no other. After hours of labor and a film of salty sweat darkening her dusted gold coat, her dark eyes rose and looked over her rump to see a still foal. It's coat was as red as fire with white stockings and a bald face. Not a word spilt from the foal's parting muzzle as Champagne rose and greeted the foal. A simple two hours passed by and the foal rose, revealing it to be a straggly colt, fit for only the likes of Singe. "I will name you, Scorched Skull." she crooned softly.
It wasn't long before the red coat of Singe greeted Champagne's sore eyes. He stuck around, not speaking a word, but merely gaping at his colt, the fruit of his lions. Obviously the Stallion had seen nothing so oddly colored. Her nerves were frayed and her heart was spent, as the red Stallion ferried away her first foal, his white legs pumping uncertainly beside his father who's sweet whispers would lead the colt on to greatness.
------------
Here we shall see the arrival of Vanity.
Champagne had been wandering the lands, her head bowed and her hooves unknowingly wandering onto Dreaver. She was heartbroken, miserable, and in horrible pain for what other than an open wound would bring her. She'd been favoring her right front hoof for a while now, an old wound form a run-in with a cougar that she'd run off while she'd been pregnant. Tears swam in her dark eyes, the remembrance of the odd-colored colt and his red stallion. Then, a the echoing cry of her name jolted her up right. Nearby, a familiar-ish dark horse galloped towards her, his midnight black eyes glittering in remembrance of the beaten mare. "Champagne, it's me, Vanity!"
At the sound of the name, a smile touched her muzzle, making her head toss up and a joyous nicker leave her lips. She never spoke much, but in this case, she was too choked up to even utter a word. Needless to say, the warmth that spread through the defeated mare wasn't due to the sun basking on her spine, but form the sheer sight of a familiar face.
It wasn't long before they each announced the love for the other and to either’s surprise, the knowledge of a foal within Champagne was ever so good. unlike Singe, Vanity stuck around the mare, encouraging her to keep moving forward, to forget the past, and to think of the foal.
The regular eleven months passed by in a breeze and though Vanity left Champagne to herself for the last week, she could feel his love right beside her as if the stallion were there. A smile through the pain proved to be worth the action for what followed it was a loud bleating of fresh vocals. Her dark eyes rose as her muscled neck rose and a smile rose the sides of her muzzle. What lay beside her rump was a thing of beauty, Dun colored with a peppering of gray along the legs. The dark eyes that stared back at her were possibly even darker than her lovers. "You, are the only thing in my life that’s made sense... You, I will give a name so odd and full of purpose that only I will understand. no matter your temperament, you will be Brutal Chaos." she said to herself, possibly the longest string of words she'd managed in her entire life, probably the longest she'd ever manage. With that she rose and began to care for the foal.
-----------
Now we find Sire, Dam, and Foal all cantering through Dreaver, directly into the claiming grounds, not that any of them know it. They seek any way of purpose, some way out of the chaos and discord and into the peace of life.
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