Post by berteh on Feb 21, 2010 1:57:13 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Vienna
Text: Vienna
Quote: N/A
Species: horse
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: Rocky Mountain Horse x Kieger Mustang
Colour: chocolate brown
Physical Appearance: slight, feminine. Her mane and tail are a combination of chocolate and flaxen and she has no white markings.
Personality: sombre and reserved, she feels quite removed from the world and it takes a great deal to make her smile. She fears that she is inadequate at times. A great deal of this is due to her youth.
Images or References: Rattus-Rat-Stock.deviantart.com/art/297-125104795 <-- something like that, but a darker chocolate body.
Image Ideas: Something simplistic with maybe kind of a lonely feel to it?
Example post with requested character: Somewhat long, take what you'd like from it.
Vienna had been nervous to venture out on her own again. The place of her birth had been so altered that there was nothing that registered familiarity, nothing that she could gaze upon and recognize. The entirety of the valley had been reshaped, crushed and built up again in strange and unfamiliar ways and it hardly felt like home anymore. There was little sunlight to light these foreign lands, a greasy grey cloud cover masked the sun and muted its warm summer rays. An eerie silence predominated here, broken only by the quiet, whimsical sound of a small amount of water in motion. Vienna stepped lightly and cautiously, her gaze continuously falling upon things that made her close her eyes and turn away. Everything reminded her that her life had been changed, and in the rudest fashion. When she was in the company of her parents and brothers, the filly found that her soul was at ease and her mind did not fret. Though their home was not the same they were all together and that was what Vienna found comfort in. It was these times when she was alone, walking across the skeleton of her homelands, that her heart lurched within her chest and tears filled her eyes. It was only in these times that she allowed such strong emotion to crack her composed shell. Though she generally wore a sombre expression, Vienna was exceedingly careful not to allow her brothers to catch wind of her distress and unhappiness. It was for this reason that she needed to steal away from the growing herd from time to time, her head held parallel to the ground in a stance that seemed to indicate exhaustion as she walked into lands that had once been as familiar as the herd lands she lived in, but now appeared as if she had never before stepped foot in them.
The place she escaped to now was heavily wooded, and the thick clouds scarcely mattered because little light managed to thread its way through the bounty of leaves and branches all the way to the ground below. These lands, Vienna noted, weren’t as plainly barren as the majority of the valley and that lifted her mood minutely. She sighed quietly, her listless gaze shifting from one place to another as she walked. It was all so unfair. The first years of her life had been sheltered and pleasant, comfortable and happy. Her troubles were shallow and few, and tragedy never managed to reach her, except through an occasional story. Things were not the same now as they once were. Though her mother still tried to shelter her somewhat, Vienna knew that these were dangerous times and had already decided that the only one who would be taking care of her would be herself. The filly had matured, there was nothing foal-like about her aside from the number of years that she had been breathing. Her body had shifted and changed until settling upon the form that she would wear throughout the remainder of her years. Now a thick mane of white gold and mahogany veiled one side of her neck and a similarly hued tail whisked flies away and slender, proportionate limbs carried her slight frame. Her dark eyes revealed an abundance of emotion which could be masked and hidden away in less than an instant. There was no more childlike wonder and awe present in those eyes anymore, grim determination had taken its place.
It was not simply the loss of her home and youth that Vienna lamented. She often thought of the colts she had briefly known and could not deny her concern for them, and she had no way of knowing whether or not they had escaped or if they had returned to these lands. It troubled her more than she would like to admit, but she could not help but be concerned. They were young, far too young to be struggling in the ruins of an empire. There were dangers present in the shadows, and sometimes these dangers took on no shape or mass. They were silent and undetectable; the fundamentally wrong thought patterns and paradigms that had survived and strengthened as the entirety of the valley was shaken. Vienna knew that she could not continue to live in blissful, comfortable ignorance, protected and guided by her mother. Their herd was strong, but it was not impermeable as the filly had begun to realize. They had weaknesses and were susceptible to the most unspeakable things. Despite all of this, she took great comfort in their presence, especially the presence of her mother, father and young brother. She was absent from the Caverns because she feared that her frustration and despair would become detectable. It may have caused her to appear antisocial, but she thought that her brief disappearances were far more beneficial, particularly for her mother and brother, than harmful.
Now she weaved her body through the mass of trees, the maze-like path that she followed tempting her deeper. A shiver coursed across the length of her slender body, the air felt cold and humid and it engulfed her. She wanted to lose herself, to sleep for one hundred years and emerge to beauty again, to happiness and hope, but she was not so foolish to believe that anything was as easy as that. Suddenly the trees were gone and she was left straddling the tree line and the beginning of barren prairie. Her eyes scrutinized her surroundings and with a quiet sigh she dropped her head slightly. She knew now that hoping for anything more than this was nothing short of foolish.
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Signature?: Perhaps an avatar if that's not too much trouble? If it is, no worries!
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THANK YOU!
Text: Vienna
Quote: N/A
Species: horse
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: Rocky Mountain Horse x Kieger Mustang
Colour: chocolate brown
Physical Appearance: slight, feminine. Her mane and tail are a combination of chocolate and flaxen and she has no white markings.
Personality: sombre and reserved, she feels quite removed from the world and it takes a great deal to make her smile. She fears that she is inadequate at times. A great deal of this is due to her youth.
Images or References: Rattus-Rat-Stock.deviantart.com/art/297-125104795 <-- something like that, but a darker chocolate body.
Image Ideas: Something simplistic with maybe kind of a lonely feel to it?
Example post with requested character: Somewhat long, take what you'd like from it.
Vienna had been nervous to venture out on her own again. The place of her birth had been so altered that there was nothing that registered familiarity, nothing that she could gaze upon and recognize. The entirety of the valley had been reshaped, crushed and built up again in strange and unfamiliar ways and it hardly felt like home anymore. There was little sunlight to light these foreign lands, a greasy grey cloud cover masked the sun and muted its warm summer rays. An eerie silence predominated here, broken only by the quiet, whimsical sound of a small amount of water in motion. Vienna stepped lightly and cautiously, her gaze continuously falling upon things that made her close her eyes and turn away. Everything reminded her that her life had been changed, and in the rudest fashion. When she was in the company of her parents and brothers, the filly found that her soul was at ease and her mind did not fret. Though their home was not the same they were all together and that was what Vienna found comfort in. It was these times when she was alone, walking across the skeleton of her homelands, that her heart lurched within her chest and tears filled her eyes. It was only in these times that she allowed such strong emotion to crack her composed shell. Though she generally wore a sombre expression, Vienna was exceedingly careful not to allow her brothers to catch wind of her distress and unhappiness. It was for this reason that she needed to steal away from the growing herd from time to time, her head held parallel to the ground in a stance that seemed to indicate exhaustion as she walked into lands that had once been as familiar as the herd lands she lived in, but now appeared as if she had never before stepped foot in them.
The place she escaped to now was heavily wooded, and the thick clouds scarcely mattered because little light managed to thread its way through the bounty of leaves and branches all the way to the ground below. These lands, Vienna noted, weren’t as plainly barren as the majority of the valley and that lifted her mood minutely. She sighed quietly, her listless gaze shifting from one place to another as she walked. It was all so unfair. The first years of her life had been sheltered and pleasant, comfortable and happy. Her troubles were shallow and few, and tragedy never managed to reach her, except through an occasional story. Things were not the same now as they once were. Though her mother still tried to shelter her somewhat, Vienna knew that these were dangerous times and had already decided that the only one who would be taking care of her would be herself. The filly had matured, there was nothing foal-like about her aside from the number of years that she had been breathing. Her body had shifted and changed until settling upon the form that she would wear throughout the remainder of her years. Now a thick mane of white gold and mahogany veiled one side of her neck and a similarly hued tail whisked flies away and slender, proportionate limbs carried her slight frame. Her dark eyes revealed an abundance of emotion which could be masked and hidden away in less than an instant. There was no more childlike wonder and awe present in those eyes anymore, grim determination had taken its place.
It was not simply the loss of her home and youth that Vienna lamented. She often thought of the colts she had briefly known and could not deny her concern for them, and she had no way of knowing whether or not they had escaped or if they had returned to these lands. It troubled her more than she would like to admit, but she could not help but be concerned. They were young, far too young to be struggling in the ruins of an empire. There were dangers present in the shadows, and sometimes these dangers took on no shape or mass. They were silent and undetectable; the fundamentally wrong thought patterns and paradigms that had survived and strengthened as the entirety of the valley was shaken. Vienna knew that she could not continue to live in blissful, comfortable ignorance, protected and guided by her mother. Their herd was strong, but it was not impermeable as the filly had begun to realize. They had weaknesses and were susceptible to the most unspeakable things. Despite all of this, she took great comfort in their presence, especially the presence of her mother, father and young brother. She was absent from the Caverns because she feared that her frustration and despair would become detectable. It may have caused her to appear antisocial, but she thought that her brief disappearances were far more beneficial, particularly for her mother and brother, than harmful.
Now she weaved her body through the mass of trees, the maze-like path that she followed tempting her deeper. A shiver coursed across the length of her slender body, the air felt cold and humid and it engulfed her. She wanted to lose herself, to sleep for one hundred years and emerge to beauty again, to happiness and hope, but she was not so foolish to believe that anything was as easy as that. Suddenly the trees were gone and she was left straddling the tree line and the beginning of barren prairie. Her eyes scrutinized her surroundings and with a quiet sigh she dropped her head slightly. She knew now that hoping for anything more than this was nothing short of foolish.
Comments: Thank you to anyone who takes this! It is SO appreciated!!
Signature?: Perhaps an avatar if that's not too much trouble? If it is, no worries!
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.acornrack.com/windriver
Specific Artist?: I'm happy with anyone <3
THANK YOU!
