Posted by Jaevian on August 15, 2008, 12:31 pm
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Name : Jaevian
Age : One and a half.
Breed : Paint
Gender : Mare
Strength : Her ability to observe and analyze.
Weakness : Stubborn; always feels the need to prove herself because of her young age.
Minor Objective : Make two good friends.
Super Objective : Become an accepted member of a harem + attain second lowest scholar rank in that harem (once old enough, of course).
Harem Preference : Nope, wherever needed :)
Intended Class [What's this?] : Scholar
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Challenges were not Toque’s favorite thing, though they certainly did have a knack for finding her. They were the shadows that haunted her steps and the underlying reason for her often obdurate demeanor. Cross had come and gone, as she had once upon a time, and now she had to choose her path and analyze her options.
That would definitely take time, especially since Toque was not so easily swayed to one side or the other. She was an oak tree against the blustering winds of her own options.
Recently, her rank had risen in the Dale – to student. Yes, student. She really had not been expecting it, but it was taken with a speechless smile and a dire need to get away. It was odd to finally belong to a kingdom, or anywhere for that fact. The silver mare, with her draping mane and silky forelock, had been a nomad her entire life, and this particular change needed an adjustment period.
Silently she mulled about Beqanna, tiptoeing between visiting the Meadow and the Field, and finally she had closed her russet eyes and headed in the direction that the wind blew. Blinking into the waning sunlight, she took off for the Field, apparently hot on the heels of someone else – a stallion.
His body was riddled with scars, and with a single glance from his hooves to his ominous eyes, she quickly deduced her was a warrior.
Toque slowed, her smooth canter falling into a languid walk. Her doe-like eyes widened as he stopped abruptly, though her advances were not burdened.
That was when a chortle jangled in her ears, and her eye brow quirked in curiosity. She saw that he had not been looking at her when his peculiar laughter slid through the Field, though being a girl she cast a glance over her shoulder anyway. Stupid female paranoia.
“What’s so funny?” Her clarion voice spoke, blunt and naked, from Atrox’s left. Toque did not sidle or slither up to him with careful steps. She walked, intrepid and confident, with her chin slightly tucked, and her expressive eyes trained on Atrox.
OOC: Jo =)
email/AIM: cookies4jo23 @aim.com
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