Post by ~Mirror~ on Jan 27, 2011 21:43:53 GMT -5
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Scarlet Firefly
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Full Name: Scarlet Firefly
Nickname(s): Firefly, Lettie, Fire
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Species: Equine
Breed(s): Thoroughbred
Other: Firefly's son Firebird will probably be up for adoption.
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A lovely sixteen hands tall, Firefly is the embodiment of bold and beautiful. Her coat is colored a vivid chestnut with her mane and tail being a slightly darker shade. The fun thing about her though, is that her tail seems to gradiant from red to black, a trait she got from her father, Brightfire. Light in body, small in foot and elegant in design, Firefly is an almost ideal Thoroughbred mare. Her face and head are well sculpted, dark eyes intelligent and lit with a constant challenge for the world to bring it on. She has no stocks, sockings, dapples, patches or dorsal stripes like some equines. Instead, she is simply marked with a star and very narrow blaze. Around the mouth and nose, her muzzle darkens to a dusky brown. Hips set high and a streamlined figure, Firefly is fast on a flat surface. Plains and open spaces are where you'll find this agile mare, since mountains and rougher more closed in terrain slows her down. Firefly has stunning, firey brown eyes that are lit with a challenge and seem to always be angry when really she simply has an intense gaze, always judging and weighing others in her mind. Her head is always held high, proud even in exile, staring down the world, especially humans.
MIND,
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Firefly is a vicious mare that's not afraid to fight for what she wants. Used to an intensely competitive, dog-eat-dog world, Firefly knows how to fend for herself. She'll fight with stallions, fight with wolves, fight with anything that's in her way. Stubborn beyond belief and sharp of tongue, Firefly is never afraid to speak her mind. She's easily angered but, at the same time, if approached correctly can be a great companion. She is an intense mare but she knows that even she can't exist alone. The problem is, unlike most horses, she hasn't transitioned well to life on an unknown island. She gets intensely lonely, but she'll never admit it. The only way she shows it is by getting mad because in the world of racing, horses aren't trained to be happy all the time. They're trained to win and in being dumped on this island, Firefly knows she lost. She doesn't take loss well. She, like many racers, is used to having a companion horse, someone to boost their confidence in practice races. Firefly has been alone for months and it's made her nearly crazy. She fights at the flip of an ear, snaps sharp comments at the drop of a pin and is defensive in a heartbeat. Guarded and jaded, Firefly feels deeply wounded by the world of man. She never appriciated their touch or their care, until it was gone. In truth, that's what she wants. She wants someone else to handle things, someone to compete with that will match her stride for stride. In her former owners, she had no such stimulation or companionship and now longs for anything she can get, though too proud to admit it. Firefly is afraid to get close, afraid of being abandoned again. Hatred and hurt burn deep in this mare but she'll have to be dying before she'd admit that was what was wrong. It festers in her like an infected wound, growing blacker every day while her moods are nearly pitch in color. She hates the world for leaving her on the island, for taking away her son, for making her lose everything.
In her mind, the world has nothing else it can take away from her. There's a challenge in her eyes, daring someone to take her on, to tame her, to own her, to tell her she's wrong to feel so hurt. She'll take any challenge in stride and best it. She'll run the farthest and fastest, race the eagles, climb the mountains. If you tell her she can't, Firefly will make you eat your words or die trying. Her eyes burn with a passion to prove the world wrong and she has the smarts to do it. Her mother used to tell her that every Thoroughbred was born with fire in their belly, fire that drove them to victory, fire that fed their passion and made them strong. Hot Stuff also said that Firefly had extra fire, fire that would make her and her descendents great. Firefly doesn't intend on doing anything else.
SOUL.
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The first thing you have to know about Firefly is that hostility, stubbornness, aggressiveness, competitiveness, independence and inability to keep her opinions to herself, yeah, it's all genetic. Her sire, Brightfire, was a racing champ known to put other horses on the ground to cross the finish line. In fact, he caused more than one nasty accident and even threw his jockey once during a race. Her dam was named Hot Stuff for a reason, and not just because she won races as a filly. Hot Stuff, she had an infamous temper. She'd kick, rear, fight the halter, throw her jockey and everything in between. Trainers groaned at the thought of working with her. Why these two hotheaded thoroughbreds were put together, no one knows. Everyone speculated that they hoped the poor attitudes would cancel each other out and make a fairer tempered foal that would still be willing to fight for first. Well, two things went wrong. One was that she was born a filly when her owners wanted a colt. Second, she had the same hot temper, hate of trainers and even bigger hate of other horses. They raced her a total of six times. Three times, she placed second, once she placed first and the other two times, she didn't even cross the finish line. She'd start fighting her jocky or fighting with the other horses instead of running, or she wouldn't go out of the gate. Her owners were furious. They decided to try breeding her with one of their docile stallions in hopes of making a more fair tempered foal out of this sour mare.
In a way it worked. Bred at three years old, Firefly birthed a handsome dark bay colt. Instantly, Firefly mellowed out, but for the mare, it was too late. Once her son was old enough to be taken from her, he was, and her anger came back. This time though, she just wanted her foal. She stopped eating, roamed the pastures aimlessly, willingly did what a trainer wanted and stopped fighting with the other horses. Her owners, concerned she was sick, had a vet examine her. Nothing was wrong. What scared them was that she let the vet examine her. All of this was in an attempt by Firefly to show her owners she could be good and convince them to give her baby back. It didn't work like that. When they tried to race her again, just against a trainer horse in hopes of waking up some of her former fire, she wouldn't even go faster than a trot. She was completely disinterested.
Finally, unable to figure it out, the owners had her taken away in the dead of night. Blindfolded for several days, she was drugged with a heavy sedative. When she woke up, the blindfold was gone, the humans were gone and she was alone on an unfamiliar island. She was alone. No halter. No trainer. Nothing. She got up and started to run. She hasn't stopped.
