| Subject: ~...Peace On Earth~ |
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Nirvana
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Date Posted: 17:15:55 04/29/02 Mon
*The mare wonders around still shaken up eyes cold she snorts lonely though that didn’t bother her used to it. Used to being the outcast used to being the one the herd hated, used to no friends. She moves soundlessly though she has an obvious limp in her walk. She stops suddenly pawing at the snow with expert motions her breed showing (her breed (the Brumby) dig for water during droughts) she digs effortlessly where her herd was forced to stay in one place where there was snow for two years. Causing her herd to starve she watched as more then half her herd died at the hands of her leader also known to her as parents. Clearing a space large space for a couple of horses she grazed lazily tail flicking lazily she grazed. Eyes distant not really, paying attention being spaced out. a small frown across her lips. Her black tail flicked again revealing a long scar down half of her leg. From hock to fetlock her brown pelt has a slight layer of sweat, and her breathing is raspy a scar on her head and throat sine slightly with the sweat shaking her self off she grazes hearing a noise she looks up her black forelock covers her stormy garish blue eyes hiding them from view, hiding the fear, and the untrusting nature she held. She arched her neck slightly trying to see what made the noise though her neck held the Arabian frame she was 100% Brumby. Slowly she went back to grazing though her ears uneasily perked back and forth. A sad sigh escaped her as she slowly lifted her head and began to pace. She tried once still getting used to the burden of her leg being crippled… she paced back and forth sort of uncomfortable having a strange feeling. She paced before she reared but not being used to the burden of her leg and it locks up under her causing her to fall in a heap it still being tired form her episode before. She sighed getting up slowly and sheepishly her eyes watch the herd. she takes off in a gallop running up a cliff to a ledge stopping sweat covering her brown pelt even more her forelocked plastered to her face she watched. Though young she wasn’t playful or anything that would remind you of a filly like most four years olds. Instead she held way to much knowledge and the burden of her two younger siblings to watch like her own. She watches as the wind whipped through freezing the sweat causing a slight shiver to run down her spine but she doesn’t seem that bothered. A longing showed in her eyes the longing to find a place to stay. To find a place she belonged where she fit in. where she had friends she turned slightly before turning back deciding to stay for a while. Who knows how long just until she felt the longing to move again, when her instants tell her it is time for now she stays. She moved a lot, every few years, months, weeks, days, depends on the place, and depends on the people. She lowers her self-watching the herd live their life. Most of them happy and a longing to be any one of them came to her. She never had one real moment of happiness that wasn’t shattered by a moment of torture. When she did her mom tried to kill her. Her chin rested on the floor as her empty eyes watched. She missed her mate, the one that died when the herd starved. The one that accepted her, her mother ditched the body told her he ran. She rolled over to her side ready to leave though finding this place incredibly inactive and not that friendly with her, she would continue her search, the search to belong later. Resting her head on the floor she closed her eyes though not asleep being still to shaken and jumpy to sleep just resting. She sighs her breathing raspy still as it will always be due to her injury to the windpipe. Yawning she watched halfheartedly*
Name: Nirvana
Nickname: none
Age: 4
Breed Brumby
Color: bay
Markings: Bluish gray eyes some where in the middle of her two older sisters
Gender: mare
Picture: 
Personality: she is warm and loving towards friends but is very untrusting.
History: Was abused when younger and holds the scars to prove it. the rest is too long to put so find out? maybe if you befriend her you will find out
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