Post by Panache on Jan 29, 2011 17:32:52 GMT -5
NIABI
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Full Name: NIABI
Nickname(s): Nia (Rhymes with Mia)
Age: 2 years
Gender: female
Species: Deer
Breed(s): White-tailed
Other: Photo was taken an manip'd by me C: Anyone else looking at creating a deer, PM me please. And we can discuss!
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Niabi is an average sized white-tailed doe. She stands about three feet tall at her shoulder, and in the spring weighs about 100 pounds. During tougher times Niabi is especially prone to weight loss, and often looks even skinnier than the other deer. Her coat is quite dull, mostly a mousy gray-brown over her back, with chestnut highlights along the side and the classic whitetail markings - a white belly, chin, nose and feet. The one thing Niabi lacks is her tail... She has just a stub left from the capture.
MIND,
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Even more so than most deer, Niabi is extremely attentive. She has wonderful hearing, and uses it to keep herself distanced from anything that could pose a threat. If she isn't able to run before something gets close, she runs after. Flight not Fight. Her mother taught her to always keep her self distanced, both physically and mentally, from others - and she follows the advice to the letter. When relaxed, Niabi enjoys sleeping, finding fruit, and walking through streams. Humans, and anything that makes excessive noise really bothers the young doe.
SOUL.
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Her name truly tells her story. Native American for 'fawn spared by the hunter' it was given to her by the people who saved her. The deer of southern Ontario new the dangers of men with guns. They came around once a year, just after rutting season. Everyone knew the best ways to stay safe, but we also understood that once mating was over, it was inevitable we would loose some of our friends. This year, however, was different. Men circled an entire bush, standing a few hundred feet apart they moved in until we were forced to run directly at them. Every buck was shot dead, does were either killed, injured, or ran onto roads causing accidents. An entire herd was extinguished. By an act of God my mother had been on an odd breeding cycle, I had been birthed just 2 weeks before the massacre, and during the entire event I stayed huddled under a thicket, unable to move. A tribe of natives found out what had happened, what the men had done on their reserve, a combed the lands for any injured does. Most had to be killed, their injuries were too severe. But I survived, the fawn that was spared by the hunters.
It turned out that it wasn't only the deer that were being pushed from the land, the Natives were being forced off the reserve also. A subdivision was being built, the entire area was turned from bushes to houses. Some of my saviors were sent to this island also, And they decided I was safer here than at a petting zoo. And so here I am. And still, gunshots ring in my ears every dawn.
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Your Name: Panache
Joining Password: nylassi
Where did you find us? Issa&Free
RP Example: (From FFH)
Beaumont, Texas wasn't a small town, by anymeans, but it was far from a metropolis. Still, by the time anyone made it to the back shedrow at Beaumont Park, just outside of the city limits, it was like stepping into the smalest little hamlet you could find. Trainers knew jockeys, jockeys knew owners. Even some of the horses would be shocked to realize that the horses they spend time with out in the paddocks aren't their stablemates. The shedrow was small, proportionate to the racecard at the the track. Four races each month wasn't even enough to atract horses from some stables. But thats the way it is with steeplechasing. Maybe it's the increased risk of injury when you send 6 legs flying over a hedge at top speed. Maybe it was just the distance and the low purses that kept a lot of farms from making the trip to Beaumont. Whatever it was, Katie Ryan surely didn't mind. She had moved into a small house a block away one year ago with her husband and son. Ever since, Beaumont had been home sweet home.
Walking from the café down the street Katie took the time to look down at the track from the raised road. Larger than most, this track was all turf, with fences dotting the entire course. Three paddocks lined the road. Even from here Katie could pick out the horses in each of them. Her own superstars, Watermark and Japanese Monarch were accompanied by Violet Damsel from Oak Hill Stables in the middle pasture. to the left of them was Go For Gold, a gelding from Ponceau Racing who was keeping her own future superstud - Hearts on Fire - company. The third pasture had only one horse in it, Iris from Oceanfyre Stables.
Now, there's someone I haven't seen in a while... Katie thought to herself, thinking of Keita Raines, the owner of OS.
Finally, she reached the driveway where she turned and passed along beside the fields. Mon came trotting over from the middle of the field, always desperate for attention. But Katie forced herself to walk by without reaching into her pocket for a treat, Dan had instructed her that she babied Mon too much. Finally she made it past that field, and turned down another small walkway to the stables. Beaumont had only two long shedrows. Each housed 15 horses on each side. PEC owned the first 8 stalls of barn 2, which is where she headed. A couple of stalls down was the Ponceau Racing Barns, and further down from them were Oak Hill, Oceanfyre, and Chien Blanc barns. The entire first barn was kept for renting, although even it was generally empty these days.
Katie walked into barn two and peeked her head in the first stall. Daniel was, as she expected, fast asleep on the cot. Mon had flown in from Pembroke last night with Michael, and although Katie could sleep knowing Mike would take care of everything, Dan was a worrier to the max and had decided to stay at the barn 'just to make sure.' She slowly opened the stall door and set the coffee and croissant beside Dan, and then used her hand to waft the scent toward him. Then, left the makeshift bedroom.
She wandered down the shedrow then, stopping to look at the other farm's horses without really seeing them, instead makng a to-do list in her mind. Two new horses, Zip Code and The Charleston were being driven into Beaumont later today, she needed to double check their stalls and call her sister to double check which races they would be running in this month. [/size]
