Hayyel

[Hayyel]

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name;; Angel of Wild Animals
alias;; Hayyel
age;; 5 years
gender;; female
desired herd;; Catalyst
desired rank;; Mare

maybe the world is gonna spin out of control

breed;; Paso Fino
mane;; Dark brown
coat;; Blue roan
tail;; short tail description
eyes;; Mahogany brown
appearance;; She is a small horse, beautiful but small. She stands at 13 hands high and weighs in at 750 pounds. Her eyes are a brilliant mahogany brown, deep and rich but bright and almost amber in color when the sun hits them. She carries herself with pride, her head held high and ears erect. Her coat is a deep blue/gray of the roan variety. No dappling or any other markings are on her body. Her hooves are even the same color as her coat. Hayyel's mane and tail are such a dark brown they are almost black, save when the sun hits a few strands. Then they glow a dark, dusky brown.

picture;; bellsouthpwp.net/m/a/macdon4k/macdermidfarm/Images/Paso%20Fino/Bello%20Danze.jpg

I don't care anymore

personality;; Hayyel is almost naive some of the time. She is extremely sincere with her emotions and her words though. She will say what she thinks and show how she feels even if it get her in trouble. She rarely lies. She almost has a hero complex. She will save someone if they are in trouble and she sees them as pure enough to be saved. The problem with that is often she doesn't have enough strength to help them. She may be a good fighter but she doesn't have a lot of strength or body mass like some horses.

She hates people who are fake. In other words she doesn't like those who put on masks to hide their real feelings whether they have a reason for it or not, she just doesn't like it. She is very perceptive when it comes to emotions, she is good at reading horses moods and feelings toward a subject by the 'tells' on their faces.

Hayyel dislikes the feeling of being confined and treasures the thought of freedom and the ability to stretch her 'wings'. She loves to run. It sets her at peace with the world that seems so screwed up that it confuses to the point of anger. She has a short temper, since she angers so quickly she is often called emotional (which she is). She is afraid of the thought of falling in love. For some reason that one unknown has always made her tremble inside. Giving herself over to somebody with complete and utter trust, she just doesn't understand it. She is strong for a though (emotionally). She loves fiercely after someone has gained her friendship and protects intensely. She will be loyal to the end.

strengths;; Speed, Agility, Loyalty, Friendliness
weaknesses;; Strength, Naivete, Temper, Willingness to Trust
fears;; Falling in love, Losing her friends

what if I quit today working for the man

sire;; Demon of the Depths; Abaddon
dam;; Angel of the Forest; Angel
other;; none
offspring;; none
nativity;; Decessus
history;; Hayyel was born to one kind horse and one vicious horse. Her mother was sweet as one could be. One of the few left. Abaddon, her father, fell in love with Hayyel's mother and over came his anger and took her as his mate. They traveled the island together, looking for a place or herd to settle down. They ended up having Hayyel before they ever did. The small family became a traveling family, going from hear to there and happily existing together.

But Hayyel's father was never quite right. He was always quicker to discipline than to praise and happier to disagree. One day during an argument between the two adult horses, after Hayyel had just turned into a yearling, her father lashed out to nip at her mother's hide. Her mother, standing on a cliff, made to step out of the way but instead stepped back and fell to her death. Anger whipped around her father so thick that it was almost tangible in the air. He fell upon Hayyel, blaming her for the fight. It was then that the young filly decided to leave.

She traversed the terrain for three years until she came upon Jack of Spades's herd. She decided to ask to join. She has spent one year in the herd since then.

who said I've had enough well maybe I can

intelligence;;6
strength;;4
stamina;;5
speed;;8
agility;;8

it's all gonna end anyway

alias;; Hayyel
age;; 19
gender;; Female
team;; I don't really have one ._.
rp sample;; She was in one of the many forests inland of Oregon. What the name was she couldn't remember. Her form was pale against the darkness of the night. Bright emerald green eyes glittered in the darkness as they searched for the animal she was hunting. The Hunger had gotten to her before she had anything supernatural to track down. So right now she was trying to sate the gnawing in both her belly and mind, trying to rid herself of that horrible ache that drove her insane.

She held back a hiss of pain as another ache lanced through her gut. She shook her head trying to ignore the call of the beast, it would not help to have the cat out now not until the wind changed and she could creep up on her prey silently. Right now she could only hope these deer were tame enough not to be worried by a human. She had left her shoes by the path and now her smooth feet made barely any sound as she placed them carefully onto the ground. Her eyesight was better than a humans and she could see through the dark well enough to be able to avoid sticks and things that may make sound.

She inhaled deeply, her heightened sense of smell bringing in the scent of a young buck. She paced closer and her eyes found the darker shape in the night laying in sleep. She would wake him first, the thrill of the hunt would stop the Hunger more than the actual eating. She began to shift a loud groan left her lips as her body curved and bent, bones shaping themselves into something themselves entirely. Her muscles snapped and lengthened, tightening and curling around in other places they didn't belong in human form.

The deer started at the sound of her pained sounds and it was off leaping through the brush. IT mattered not though. Andee was soon in jaguar form and she was hunting. Running after him, leaping and diving over and under the undergrowth. The buck couldn't understand the smell of her as she came upon him. What creature was hunting her down, a mix between a Jaguar and some cat he had never smelled before. She was soon behind him and her claws extended as did her paw to hook his back leg and the buck stumbled just long enough for Andee to launch herself at his neck and crush his throat with her powerful jaws.

She pulled back as the buck fell to the ground and she began to lap at his blood. Then the cat began to feast. In the quiet night nothing could be heard but the shivering of the leaves and the dying buck beneath her as she tore into him while he was still alive.

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