Post by adiana on Sept 10, 2011 11:08:59 GMT -8
a l e x y n d e r
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[ooc] for neutral alpha try-outs
Many moons had washed over, suns come and gone, since I'd felt the winds ruffle through my ivory mane as a free stallion. Turning my face to the sun, I feel the rays of Ra wash over me and flood me with warmth down to my very core. The ensuing breeze finally wraps its arms about me, and I close my eyes to fully appreciate it. Wisps of air flutter my mane and tickle my nape as I stand there. If I focus hard enough, I can fly with her. I feel as the wind flows into my bodice, filing all of the crevices and lines. My body feels lighter, like I could run miles without becoming tired; I can almost feel it move me. But there is not a reason to go anymore, so she releases me as I open my eyes, breaking her spell. There is no reason to run away with the wind anymore. I am home. A smile twitches at the corners of my maw as I think of how blessed I have finally become; from ruins to riches, so to speak…
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The farm was as unpleasant as it sounds. Descended from a line of an ancient breed, my “family” consisted of a medium sized herd all born and raised at the farm. In efforts to save the remnants of our long line of Tiger Horse, there was an invasive breeding program that was as fast-paced as possible, leaving little time for the humans to even brush us at regular intervals. They were simply too busy bringing in and out “breeder” equines and communicating through an oddly shaped object that made the most horrid noise. The incoming stallions there to breed our mares were typically of Paso Fino descent, and horribly ill-tempered, for lack of better terms. They would whicker concededly as they passed, knowing what they were there for and putting on a show. As a colt, I would run to the edge of my pasture to see the humans parading in their prize stallions, manes and tails trimmed to perfection, coats shining in the sunlight. Before I knew better, I admired them. I wanted to look handsome and be paraded for no good reason. I would whimper such things to my mother at night, but she merely shook her head and said I was greater than that.
Over time I believed her. Why shouldn’t I be great? There is nothing holding me back, and I certainly knew my intelligence was by far greater than those crude stags coming in to rape our mares. By the time I was two summers old, the stallions parading past were toying with my very last nerve and the soft cries of mares at night had taken its toll on me. Angry, I began plotting their (everyone’s, the stallions the barn owners) destruction with my two younger sisters. My youngest sister complied at first, but soon became frightened and backed out. I understood. Only half a year old at the time, it was too much for her. But I trudged on with my eldest sister; both of us were enraged at the thought that in two years time, our youngest sister would be led into a barn, tied and forced to bare a stallion’s weight and foal. Our littlest had been brainwashed, believing that it was her duty as a mare; it was the nature of things. But such thinking only infuriated me. We were better than that! She was better than that. She was more than a breeding vessel, she was a goddess, and how were we to prove it if we allowed such practices to continue? My more-inclined sister and I continued to wait and plan.
My fifth year of life began the same way, but it was the year our lives changed forever. My youngest sister was still in the thralls of her “duty” and my other sister and I were biding our time. Plan formulated, we only needed to wait and let “nature” take its course. As expected, there did come a time when the humans came for our youngest sister. They had come for the elder of my two sisters before, but she fought them, and she was put out to pasture, out on a back burner if you will. Without her assistance, my plan would not work. The pasture had admittedly made things a little more difficult but not unmanageable. She was smart, I dare say smarter than both her siblings, so I knew she’d be able to handle her part without issue. The day the humans came in, attached a lead rope to my littlest sister, finally just able to breed, and led her out, I waited by the pasture fence as everyone had grown accustomed to. My head and neck easily cleared the fence making jumping all the easier and I could never help but to wander how stupid the humans believed we were. I waited until a stallion being led came into my view, blocking out the sun ominously, before I tensed for action. My plan? Create destruction and slip away. Easy and simple. As the stallion paired with my sister passed, I waited until his tail had just passed me before springing to life. It has to be precise or it simply won’t work. Without a moment’s hesitation, I lowered my crania, snaked my head through the rails, and sunk my ivories into the stallions lifted ankle. Notoriously stupid, the stallion acted just as I suspected. Without thinking about it, the stag reared in terror (such a stupid creature), sending his human to the ground. The moment his front hooves hit the ground he was running. A borrowed horse, our owners instantly took off after him, lest their loaned stallion injure himself or escape. The barn, now unattended, was filled with silence. I glanced around at the other horses before trotting a circle, and then taking off as fast as the space allowed, I jumped the fence. I debated on just leaving, an easier route though a selfish one. But my better side won out, and I returned to the gate, reared and used the velocity to break the lock. The gate didn’t swing open dramatically, just swayed about a foot and stayed. A silence pursued, the herd caught in a decision they believed to never be faced with.
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Some of them stayed, but many left I’d wager. I never looked back so I really can’t tell you. I’ve never found my mother, though I have not checked back at the farm. I assume she is there. My eldest sister came through with the plan. As the farm became but a spec in the background, she appeared toting my youngest sister along. Confused and angry, she tried to flee as I slept. I was willing to let her go; if a broad mares life she wants then that’s what she’d get. But our other sister was hearing nothing of the sort. She went after the young one with teeth bared and hooves sharp. And so we travelled, day and night, as a trio of horses who knew nothing of the world. Fast learners, we made our way with little trouble until our own differences split us. My eldest sister, though civil with me, was too hardened and bitter that she simply could not see eye to eye with me and our youngest sibling. She agreed to keep close, and then split away as we found the new lands.
Here I stand now, on the crest of a new land, a new future and destiny. I fought for my freedom, and it’s tasted ever so sweet. Victory was the sweetest blade of grass, the purest drinking water in a desert. I fought for it and I earned it, and I will continue to dominate my own life how I choose. The honor that this new land has bestowed upon me will not be taken lightly. Free of alignment, I will encourage all to do as they will, devoid of emotional fragility. I will provide a safe haven for mares, not a land where they will be forced to carry spawn, even if it leaves me heir-less. And should a stallion violate these laws, I will attack him with every fiber of my being, to protect what is right. My chest swells with promises. Promises to myself, to be a great leader, to find my own happiness however it may come; promises to my Gods, to take care of the land, protect it and its virtues with my life or death; and to the subjects, mares who will never be forced to do anything but listen to their own hearts. It’s a dawn of a new kind of herd, a new kind of way of life. And I’ll be here to usher it along.
_____________________________
[ooc] for neutral alpha try-outs
Many moons had washed over, suns come and gone, since I'd felt the winds ruffle through my ivory mane as a free stallion. Turning my face to the sun, I feel the rays of Ra wash over me and flood me with warmth down to my very core. The ensuing breeze finally wraps its arms about me, and I close my eyes to fully appreciate it. Wisps of air flutter my mane and tickle my nape as I stand there. If I focus hard enough, I can fly with her. I feel as the wind flows into my bodice, filing all of the crevices and lines. My body feels lighter, like I could run miles without becoming tired; I can almost feel it move me. But there is not a reason to go anymore, so she releases me as I open my eyes, breaking her spell. There is no reason to run away with the wind anymore. I am home. A smile twitches at the corners of my maw as I think of how blessed I have finally become; from ruins to riches, so to speak…
__________
The farm was as unpleasant as it sounds. Descended from a line of an ancient breed, my “family” consisted of a medium sized herd all born and raised at the farm. In efforts to save the remnants of our long line of Tiger Horse, there was an invasive breeding program that was as fast-paced as possible, leaving little time for the humans to even brush us at regular intervals. They were simply too busy bringing in and out “breeder” equines and communicating through an oddly shaped object that made the most horrid noise. The incoming stallions there to breed our mares were typically of Paso Fino descent, and horribly ill-tempered, for lack of better terms. They would whicker concededly as they passed, knowing what they were there for and putting on a show. As a colt, I would run to the edge of my pasture to see the humans parading in their prize stallions, manes and tails trimmed to perfection, coats shining in the sunlight. Before I knew better, I admired them. I wanted to look handsome and be paraded for no good reason. I would whimper such things to my mother at night, but she merely shook her head and said I was greater than that.
Over time I believed her. Why shouldn’t I be great? There is nothing holding me back, and I certainly knew my intelligence was by far greater than those crude stags coming in to rape our mares. By the time I was two summers old, the stallions parading past were toying with my very last nerve and the soft cries of mares at night had taken its toll on me. Angry, I began plotting their (everyone’s, the stallions the barn owners) destruction with my two younger sisters. My youngest sister complied at first, but soon became frightened and backed out. I understood. Only half a year old at the time, it was too much for her. But I trudged on with my eldest sister; both of us were enraged at the thought that in two years time, our youngest sister would be led into a barn, tied and forced to bare a stallion’s weight and foal. Our littlest had been brainwashed, believing that it was her duty as a mare; it was the nature of things. But such thinking only infuriated me. We were better than that! She was better than that. She was more than a breeding vessel, she was a goddess, and how were we to prove it if we allowed such practices to continue? My more-inclined sister and I continued to wait and plan.
My fifth year of life began the same way, but it was the year our lives changed forever. My youngest sister was still in the thralls of her “duty” and my other sister and I were biding our time. Plan formulated, we only needed to wait and let “nature” take its course. As expected, there did come a time when the humans came for our youngest sister. They had come for the elder of my two sisters before, but she fought them, and she was put out to pasture, out on a back burner if you will. Without her assistance, my plan would not work. The pasture had admittedly made things a little more difficult but not unmanageable. She was smart, I dare say smarter than both her siblings, so I knew she’d be able to handle her part without issue. The day the humans came in, attached a lead rope to my littlest sister, finally just able to breed, and led her out, I waited by the pasture fence as everyone had grown accustomed to. My head and neck easily cleared the fence making jumping all the easier and I could never help but to wander how stupid the humans believed we were. I waited until a stallion being led came into my view, blocking out the sun ominously, before I tensed for action. My plan? Create destruction and slip away. Easy and simple. As the stallion paired with my sister passed, I waited until his tail had just passed me before springing to life. It has to be precise or it simply won’t work. Without a moment’s hesitation, I lowered my crania, snaked my head through the rails, and sunk my ivories into the stallions lifted ankle. Notoriously stupid, the stallion acted just as I suspected. Without thinking about it, the stag reared in terror (such a stupid creature), sending his human to the ground. The moment his front hooves hit the ground he was running. A borrowed horse, our owners instantly took off after him, lest their loaned stallion injure himself or escape. The barn, now unattended, was filled with silence. I glanced around at the other horses before trotting a circle, and then taking off as fast as the space allowed, I jumped the fence. I debated on just leaving, an easier route though a selfish one. But my better side won out, and I returned to the gate, reared and used the velocity to break the lock. The gate didn’t swing open dramatically, just swayed about a foot and stayed. A silence pursued, the herd caught in a decision they believed to never be faced with.
________
Some of them stayed, but many left I’d wager. I never looked back so I really can’t tell you. I’ve never found my mother, though I have not checked back at the farm. I assume she is there. My eldest sister came through with the plan. As the farm became but a spec in the background, she appeared toting my youngest sister along. Confused and angry, she tried to flee as I slept. I was willing to let her go; if a broad mares life she wants then that’s what she’d get. But our other sister was hearing nothing of the sort. She went after the young one with teeth bared and hooves sharp. And so we travelled, day and night, as a trio of horses who knew nothing of the world. Fast learners, we made our way with little trouble until our own differences split us. My eldest sister, though civil with me, was too hardened and bitter that she simply could not see eye to eye with me and our youngest sibling. She agreed to keep close, and then split away as we found the new lands.
Here I stand now, on the crest of a new land, a new future and destiny. I fought for my freedom, and it’s tasted ever so sweet. Victory was the sweetest blade of grass, the purest drinking water in a desert. I fought for it and I earned it, and I will continue to dominate my own life how I choose. The honor that this new land has bestowed upon me will not be taken lightly. Free of alignment, I will encourage all to do as they will, devoid of emotional fragility. I will provide a safe haven for mares, not a land where they will be forced to carry spawn, even if it leaves me heir-less. And should a stallion violate these laws, I will attack him with every fiber of my being, to protect what is right. My chest swells with promises. Promises to myself, to be a great leader, to find my own happiness however it may come; promises to my Gods, to take care of the land, protect it and its virtues with my life or death; and to the subjects, mares who will never be forced to do anything but listen to their own hearts. It’s a dawn of a new kind of herd, a new kind of way of life. And I’ll be here to usher it along.