Velcroft

[Yuki |Daku|]

Name: Velcroft
Breed: Friesian
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 years
Height: Current'y 15.3hh, 17hh when matured
Coat Color: Black
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Herd Position: -
Herd: -
Sire: Unnamed
Dam: Unnamed
Personality:
Depite her large and somewhat dominating presance Velcroft is a somewhat shy mare. When first meeting a new face she tends to be quite and only speaks when spoken to though if she is treated well she will quickly open up to them. Once she feels she has an attachment to another she will do almost anything for them. Because of this fact she can seem to be clingy and attention demanding. In this state her emotions can be hurt easily though she will very rarely show her emotional distress, instead she attempts to redeem herself even if she is not in the wrong. If landing in the wrong hands she could easily be used as a seemingly emotionless tool though with someone loving she will be nothing more than a bundle of joy. She very rarely shows anger though many await the day that she snaps and finally lets her true colours show.
History:
Velcroft was raised in a particularly 'dark' herd. Unlike many of the foals she didn't develop the rough skin which allowed her to ignore or retaliate to harsh words or actions. She was always the one that was picked on by foals and adults alike, allowing herself to be pushed around and abused because she was too scared to defend herself. She put up with this for most of her life though when she grew old enough to eat solids and her mother got with foal once more and pushed her away she got into a habit of wandering away from the herd and exploring the land around her. She had great talent to navigate difficult sections of land and was possibly more skilled with her hooves than a mountain goat. Eventually she managed to weave her way away from the herd and began to explore further lands, doing her best to avoid others of her kind.
Example Post:
Nares flickered as a deep breath was taken in, the air circulating the beasts lungs was rancid, smelling not only of rotting vegetation but also carcasses. This place was almost like a graveyard, the unstable ground falling into sinkholes of black water and swallowing those careless enough to step into the void. Nares flared as the oxygen deprived air was released back into the world, creating a puff of fog before the creatures face that danced away in tendrils before dispersing. This land was cold and heartless and it wasn't only the starless night sky that made it seem so empty. The strong moonlight falling from above made the thick wisps of mist seem alive, moving over the dark water and boggy land like a beast, lurking, waiting for its next victim. Why was it that everything seemed to appear this way? It was as though the world was against the said beast, throwing her around like she was an origami puppet, placing her in this swamp to see if the water would soak into her and she'd fall apart.

Tired muscles twitched under her dark hide, dislodging the vampire insects from her body as he felt the light sting of their bite though they were persistent and simply returned to their feast. Slowly the beast began to move, legs weighed down by the muck that clung to the long hairs covering her hooves, the land trying to suck her down into its depths. She really didn't like being in these lands but she couldn't remember how she had come to it. Right now it all looked the same. Every bare tree that had yet to bud this spring was clawing hopelessly at the sky, creating long eery skeletal shadows across the ground that in turn reached for the femmes own shadow, like demons reaching for her soul. There were flickers of light around her from when the plants shifted to show water and the captured the moonlight. She was half expecting a giant serpent to raise from the seemingly sturdy ground before her and bare its pearl fangs.

Each step she took was shaky and calculated, the tip of her hoof pawing at the vegetation, making sure it wouldn't dance away from below her before her weight was placed upon it. She knew she would die in this land. She shouldn't have left her herd, she should have put up with the physical and mental abuse they threw at her. She was less scared of what they could, would, do to her than the secrets this land hid. The howl of a wolf broke the femmes concentration momentarily, her skull raising instantly, harks flickering in concern. They didn't sound near, it was an echo from the many valleys nearby. Her broken concentration lead to a possibly fatal mistake.

A scream came instinctively from her throat as she fell forward, her hoof braking the water plants that looked like an innocent part of land. Putrid tasting water filled into her mouth as her skull was taken under the surface, the sudden hit of cold shocking her body. Her legs kicked instinctively below her as she struggled to the surface, feeling reeds tangle around her limbs and making moving difficult. She was going to die here she could feel it. As her skull broke the surface she gasped for air, welcoming the stench of death that plagued the land. Panic was beginning to take over as her over-active foal like mind started to imagine monsters grasping at her legs, trying to pull her down once again. Her fore hooves beat at the surface of the water, sending water plants darting away from her until she felt them hit stable ground. She pushed her hind legs harder, trying to kick out of the grip of the underwater plant monster until she managed to struggle up onto the bank.

Her legs felt like wet paper below her as she collapsed, legs partially folded below her as she rested her skull upon her knees, body shivering violently from both shock and the cold seeping in through her wet coat. Was she still alive? She was certain she would have drowned. Maybe she had died and was just in hell. Earth hued orbs looked down at the black hole of water before her, slowly being recovered by algae and plants. Her gaze was drawn to a flash of bleached white, feeling her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of the skull sinking back into the depths, disturbed by her frantic escape before it was completely covered by vegetation, the only evidence of her struggle with the land her wet, exhausted body. This brush with death was definitely going to impact her thought on this realm.