[Valentine }

[solace]

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name;; Valentine
alias;; Valla (val-luh)
age;; 4
gender;; mare
desired herd;; n/a as of yet
desired rank;; n/a

maybe the world is gonna spin out of control

breed;; Spanish Barb[sire] x Carthusian[dam]
mane;; True to her bloodlines, Valla has quite a long, wavy mass of mane, just passing the bottom of her neck. It's dark, nearly black in color but with a tint of chocolate-brown and red that becomes more prominent in sunlight.
coat;; Valla has a relatively short coat of silver and grey, with darker dapples and sunbursts down her legs and on her hindquarters and shoulders. She has a darker muzzle and eartips, and her legs from the hock & knee down are black. The only white on her body is a small snip.
tail;; A thick, wavy tail the same hue as her mane, often tangled; it thins out and lightens as it nears the ground.
eyes;; Dark and liquid mahogany, much like the color of a blood bay-- the typical horse eye.
appearance;; Valla has the typical limb structure seen on a Carthusian horse, akin to an Andalusian's, but with the thicker legs of a barb. Her neck is slimmer than most but thickly muscles at the crest; her shoulders are powerful, but haunches weak in comparison. She has a very slight roman nose, but not extremely convex.
When she moves, she has the steady up-down canter of an Andalusian, which covers little ground but appears more graceful than the flat, ground-covering canter and gallop of most other wild horses. However, she holds her neck and head higher than most, and walks with a peculiar, picky step, as though she carefully examines the ground before setting her hoof down gently. Most would consider her movements dainty or graceful, but absolutely useless for fight or flight.
picture;; click

I don't care anymore

personality;; Valla is, in short, a firecracker. A social horse, she often gets herself in trouble with her temper and attitude. Ambitious and determined, she'll do pretty much whatever it takes to get to where she wants to be. Submission, though not her strong suit, is something she's adjusted to. Stallions are stronger-- this she accepts, even if she doesn't like it. To her, hierarchies are just a bunch of titles, and only those who reinforce their superiority deserve to hold those titles.
Like many, Valla prefers the company of her own gender to stallions. She finds them haughty, self-assured, and brainless sex machines, good only for populations. It's true that she will submit to them, but only for her own survival. Valla's self-confidence, though, is probably equivalent to that of a stallion's, and is probably what puts her on the bad side of several other equines.
Despite all her flaws, Valla can be sweet when she wants to be. If she finds another horse with the intelligence to carry on a conversation, or even an exchange of quips and wit, she'll show what respect is necessary. She'll treat you equivalently if she feels you deserve it-- if you show her you deserve it. Perhaps not the best herd mentality, but Valla gets by.
strengths;; Despite her build, Valla is not a bad fighter. Her agility is something to be reckoned with, and she certainly isn't lacking in ferocity. Her mind works very quickly, formulating solutions and plans in half the time a normal horse could. Her intelligence and determination are her main assets.
weaknesses;; Valla has very little stamina and speed, tiring after only a while of mid-speed running, and she has very little patience for those she considers fools. Her attention span is that of a foal's.
fears;; Valla fears little, but what she is afraid of truly terrifies her. This includes solitude and a fear of strangers. She's heard too many horror stories of both; how solitary horses are picked off easily by predators and even what other horses would do to each other. She would rather live in submission that suffer those fates.

what if I quit today working for the man

sire;; Diveaux
dam;; Morena
other;; Staccato[ half-brother from dam, full Carthusian ]
offspring;; n/a
nativity;; mainland
history;; Valla's history is a rather typical one. Her mother was a mainland mare with pure, undiluted bloodlines; her herd was one determined to keep it as such. Diveaux caught Morena unawares and managed to catch the flighty mare's attention long enough to get her pregnant. Then, as she had expected, he left without a backwards glance. Morena kept her pregnancy secret for as long as she could-- since the lead stallion had been with her before, she knew he would assume the foal was his.
And, of course, he did. It wasn't until later, when the bones in Valla's legs thickened and her form became a distinct mixbreed that she was cast out and Morena confined. She didn't deserve death, but Valla did. All 'mutts' did. She lived alone for a short time before going from herd to herd. None tried to keep her there, considering her fiestiness a bad trait they didn't want to see in their offspring. She continued south.
Then, a mare heading back North told Valla of the lands that she'd just left. Their smaller herd had disbanded, leaving the members alone, and now the mare had no companion. She took Valla as far as Decessus and turned back, leaving her there, and there she has been ever since. A year since her ejection from the Carthusian herd, she was thriving in Decessus and seeking another place to make her mark.

who said I've had enough well maybe I can

intelligence;; 10
strength;; 6
stamina;; 2
speed;; 3
agility;; 7

it's all gonna end anyway

alias;; solace
age;; bah.
gender;; female
team;; I'm on the showjumping team! :]
rp sample;;
Silence swept the lands, broken only by the rhythmic thrumming of hooves on dampened soil. Watery dawn light filtered through treetops, reflecting on the snow gathered there, and playing faint shadows across the silver back of a mare, weaving between the trees. Fire flashed in the mahogany eyes; moisture glinted on the silver-and-grey dapples that covered her body. Her wavy, tangled tail streamed behind her like a dark cloud. As she dodged another towering pine, at a full-out gallop, a faint light shone from between a cluster of trees. With one last burst of speed, she shot free from the undergrowth and into the tall yellow grasses of the plain. The sun just peeked over the mountains that grew from the expanse of the field.
The mare skidded to a halt, taking a few hopping steps before stopping entirely. Her delicate body was slick with sweat, and her nostrils were flared as she breathed, taking in the beauty of the land around her. Joyfully, she arched her neck and dropped her head to the grass, where she yanked some of the dry plants free and chewed quietly, at ease for the first time in days.
A stray gust of wind sent new scents spinning her direction, and she caught them immediately. The fine head snapped up, pretty eyes alert. Horses. Lots of them. She knew it immediately and flicked her tail. Time to let them know who Valentine is. The mare's bright eyes moved the the rising sun, and she let out a faint sigh before setting off again. Encounters such as this were always interesting.
It wasn't long before she could see dark, four-legged shapes moving among the grasses. Valla let loose a light, slightly shrill whinny, and a horse lifted its head from grazing to look at her. Fearlessly she stared back, and then it was as though some secret was being passed between the members of the herd. One by one they lifted their heads to look at her. Valla broke into a short, choppy canter and headed towards them, dark-tipped ears swiveling cautiously.

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