Post by aybel on Jan 26, 2011 9:34:39 GMT -5
PAX ROMANA
THE 4-1-1[/size]
Full Name: Pax Romana
Nickname(s): Biggurl, Roma
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Species: Equus ferus caballus
Breed(s): Clydesdale
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Though Pax Romana is a very large horse in comparison to others of her species, being 17 hands high, she is in the mid-range for her breed, which can stand anywhere from 16 to 19 hands high. Her coat is a very rich, dark bay reminiscent of chocolate. It isn't exactly solid though. On all four legs are white markings that vary in length. The stocking on her left foreleg ends well above her knee, with a roaned-looking edge that extends up to her chest. The one on her right ends right at the knee, with a slightly roaned edge on the inside of her leg. Her left hind leg bears a white marking whose highest extends up to the middle of her rump and up to the belly on the inside. The marking her right hind bears is just knee high, with a crisp, clean edge to it. All four darken to an off-white shade towards the ends, with the feathering being the darkest part. Her slightly convex cranium bears a triangular bald face. The bottom extends to the back of her jaw, with little lines trailing off onto her cheeks on both sides. There are a few dark pink scars on her muzzle from where she was attacked by a dog a few months ago. Her pale brown eyes are very serene and gentle, as befitting her breed's epithet. Her mane and tail are short but thick, as black as night. Her tail was docked after it was mangled when it was closed in the stable door.
MIND,
[/size][/font]Pax Romana is sorta childish in manner because her masters treated her as a baby long after she left that stage of development. The giant of a mare plays and frocliks about like a day old foal. It can be dangerous to be around her at this time, as the draft does not realize just how large or how strong she really is. She can live by herself but only for very short periods of time because she gets scared if not around others for long periods of time. So desperate is the Clydesdale for companionship that she will hang around anyone who doesn't attempt to harm her physically. She will not tolerate hanging around large dogs. Attempting to force her to do so will send into a mindless panic in which both body and property can be severely damaged. Around humans she is extremely clingy and sweet when she isn't trying to play, following them around like a faithful dog.
SOUL.
[/size][/font]The stable that our heroine was born in had been extremely successful at one point, being known all across the country for their champion Clydesdales. The owner was an older man with a passion for big, beautiful horses and traditional farming. He and his wife spent many years breeding and working and showing their beautiful equines. The man was unusually weak of heart, though. After one of his best mares, an 18.3 hh giant with a gleaming chestnut coat and flashy white markings, died giving birth, he had a heart attack that proved fatal. His wife could not bear working with the horses that they had bred and began to sell them off. At first they were sold at prices that reflected the actual quality of the horses. She found that many people were simply not willing to pay so much for a horse, no matter how spectacular its conformation or pedigree. The prices from then on began to slowly decrease until it came time to sell the last of the weanlings, a little bay named Pax Romana. She was bought as a pet by an old woman for her grandchildren so that they would leave her elderly Chow, Yao, and her sickly Appaloosa mare, Speck, alone. It worked. The little kids played all sorts of games with the filly, ranging from tag to a bizzare equine variation of ball. They fed her whatever horse-friendly treats that they could sneak out of the house. When they were bored with her, she would trail Speck and Yao wherever they went, occasionally being able to engage them in play. Yao tended to cut off games rather quickly with harsh snaps and growls. These happy days continued until she was around two years old. The first of her misfortunes occured on her second birthday, when one of her owner's grandchildren closed her tail in the stall door. The portion that had gotten caught had to be amputated. When she was two and a half, a stone became embedded in her left front hoof. It caused no permanent injury but it caused her pain when walking for months to come. A few days after her third birthday, she found Yao curled up near the gate, fast asleep. She snuck up on him using as much stealth as her hefty frame could muster. It wasn't like she had to in the first place - the elderly Chow was almost deaf. Positioning her muzzle right beside one point ear, she neighed. Yao woke up withing seconds of the neigh entering his ears. A terrifying combination of growl and roar slid from between his teeth as he got to his paws. Before the Clydesdale could lift her head, he had whirled around and sunk his teeth into her nose. The three year old screamed. She jerked her head skyward, bringing the dog with it. He just wouldn't let go. Romana tossed her head to one side once, twice, three times. On the fourth he was finally shaken off. Yao landed about a foot or two from her. Seconds later he was back on his feet and charging at her with jaws wide open. She... panicked. Her heart began to pump even faster. Her brain wasn't rationally processing what she saw. Her body acted of its own volition. Something crunched beneath her hooves. Again. Again. Again. Blood stained her legs. Bits of bone and flesh tangled themselves in her feathers. Human screaming echoed in the background of her little drama. A sharp pain in the neck and she knew no more. It was a blur for the next few days. She was concious for only brief periods. She was in some sort of stable or veterinary office the first two or three times. Then she woke up on what she drunkely guessed was a ship, rocking and rolling in the waves. She was awake and aware for no more than an hour at time.
The next time she was fully conscious, the draft filly was on a beach.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name:
Joining Password: nylassi
RP Example: The next two wolves that came up glanced at the diminuitive femme... just glanced. No words of welcome or questions as to whom she was or why she was here. No growls or wags of the tail. They just acknowledged that she was present and went about sizing up and greeting their new leader. Her sorrel auds turned backward but did not flatten. She definitely did not appreciate such treatment, even if their company was not something that she desired. When the third wolf approached, she did so on Tiburon's blindside. The thin-furred fae jerked to the right, black dipped banner curling between her hind legs and her alabaster lips pulling up completely, muzzle becoming a mass of wrinkles. She hated it when others approached and she could not see them coming. Fear started to trickle into that hate when the snowy alpha began to pad towards her. Her little display was meant to warn off attacks and approaches. Tiburon began to shrink a little, her tail threatening to curl between her hind limbs. Her pupil widened as her ears flattened and her lips dropped so that only the tips of her fangs were showing. Instead of tearing a chunk or two out of her twenty-kilo frame, his sapphire orbs seemed to be looking her over. Sizing her up as the trio had been moments ago. "Relax. You won't find a fight here unless you force it. No one is going to hurt you." The tenseness of her muscles did decrease with his words, but the three year old was still shrunken into her little crouch, tail curled up under her. Her remaining eye was locked onto his in a blank stare. Most wolves would have meant this as a challenge to his authority and his position. She didn't. The wee senora's gaze said quite plainly that though she wasn't going to challenge him or harrass her fellow pack members, she would not roll onto her back for him like a little bitch. When he turned away, Tiburon straightened up. Then she quietly moved to a position about two or three feet from the other wolves. "I know it must be strange for a wolf you don't know to show up and take over. Know that I will do right by you if you do right by me. Now, tell me your names. I also know that some of you may have had acting ranks in the absence of an alpha. Tell me that as well, and we'll see if you will keep the position under my rule." The words meant little to her as she had not entered the Fjordsong lands before this day[/size]
