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Post by Wolf Heart on Oct 6, 2015 7:38:58 GMT -7
Name: Sacoorah Breed: Tennessee Walking Horse x Akhal-Teke
Age: Dead (9 Years at her Death) Personality: Sacoorah is a very kind soul. She's sweet, caring, loyal, trustworthy, and protective. She's very good at keeping secrets unless she is told otherwise. She's got a huge heart and it is full of love. Though she refers to herself as a Light, she secretly opposes the idea of Alliances. She feels that every equine should be allowed to be friends with whomever they wish and that they should not be divided by Alliance Lines. She's playful, and a free spirit, despite her years. She can often be found running in the wilds, racing with the other equines, young and old alike, or racing the wind. Sacoorah is also an Insomniac, and she sleeps in fits.
You could never tell that she was an Insomniac, because her eyes are always bright and filled with a playful light. When the moon is full, that is when Sacoorah feels most alive, her pale coat with reflect back the light of the moon and it is almost as if her eyes have captured the moon and stars in them. On those nights she will wander aimlessly, almost as if she doesn't know where she is headed and she allows her feet to take her where they will. And really, she doesn't know where she's going and she doesn't know why, she just...does. She wants to have a family, to fall in love with someone, and have someone that can handle her Insomnia and can let her go wandering, either following her or not, and someone she can protect and who will protect her back. With her being dead now though, she knows this will be a hard if not impossible task to complete.
History: It was early in the Spring, almost directly after the thaw that Sacoorah was born. The moon was full that night, and the Perlino Akhal-Teke mare made her way into the white birch clearing close to the boundaries of her herdlands. She wanted to be alone for this, but she knew her palomin mate wouldn't be too far behind her, he had been waiting for this moment as long as the Akhal-Teke mare had been. The thought made her smile as she lay down and she felt the stabbing pains as her unborn child started toward its meeting with this world.
With a smile the mare started to do what she was supposed to do, and about a quarter of the way through the procedure, she heard the sounds of an approach and she lifted her pale sapphire gaze to meet that of her mate as he came up beside her and looked her over. "Are you okay my love?" He asked as he nuzzled her as she lay her head back down and through gritted teeth responded, "Yes. Our little one is a feisty thing though mi'lord." She managed a half chuckle at that and the palomino smirked as he looked back at her rump. Soon, the pair was greeting a beautiful little Perlino filly. She had her mother's and father's pale sapphire blue eyes, and her mother's Perlino coat.
The mare lay on the ground for a couple of minutes longer, catching her stolen breath again before rising slowly to her feet and going to groom her filly clean. As she finished she looked up at the moon and stars visible through the roof of the clearing and then back down at her filly who's coat gleamed with the silvery glow of the moon and her eyes sparkled with the captured sheet of stars. Smiling the mare looked at her mate as the filly started to rise to her own feet, and attempted to nuzzle her way to her mother's milk. The pretty filly only fell down twice before successfully succeeding in gaining and keeping her feet and finding her way successfully to the life giving milk of her mother. As the filly nursed the mare lipped gently at her mane and then turned to her mate and nuzzled him as she lipped at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you going to call her my love?" The stallion asked as he lipped gently at his mate's muzzle and then at their filly's mane as well, as he locked pale sapphire gazes with his mate. "Sacoorah." The mare murmured softly as the hunter again lipped at his mate's muzzle. "It's perfect. Sacoorah." He said with a smile as the new family rested beneath the gleaming moonlight. As the next day dawned the new family made their way back into the herdlands to a chorus of cheers and congratulations from their herd members. Sacoorah, not quite sure of all the ruckus stayed pressed close to her mother's side.
As she grew up, Sacoorah observed her family and their interactions trying to make sure she did all that her parents did, meaning to carry on their legacy even outside of the herdlands. She learned to be a lady, she learned how to play, how to be respected and to return that respect and how to keep her coat perfect and how to be trustworthy and loyal. At three, Sacoorah bade a sad good-bye to her family as she was itching to visit the world outside of home, find a new place to plant her own roots. On her adventures, she joined other rogue herds, had flings, and moved on. And she realized that on the nights of the full moon she could travel longer and she felt more alive. It was on a full moon night, that Sacoorah found her way to WE and it is here that she still remains, the beauty dragging and keeping her attention here. And Sacoorah knew that she was actually home once again.
AFTER ARRIVING IN WE IN A NUTSHELL
When Sacoorah arrived here, she felt immediately at ease. Sacoorah felt perfectly at home. And so it was that here she made a few close friends, met a stallion or two, found a mate, found a herd, had a foal. It was also here that she helped a few equines heal after injuries from fights and such not. It was also here that Sacoorah's mate had disappeared and her foal too and she had nearly starved herself to death before her mate returned to her. But it was also here, when she was just shy of ten years old that Sacoorah's wonderful life came to an end. Sacoorah had just started to gain back the weight she had lost from her starving and she had been unknowingly carrying Equine Pneumonia and because she had never had it before, and she was not in the greatest of states that she wandered off one evening and died from the affects of the Pneumonia, and now, she has just recently reawakened here and is still learning how to go on again in her new state.
Cause of death: Died from Equine Pneumonia
Important Life Events: Here she made a few close friends, met a stallion or two, found a mate, found a herd, had a foal. It was also here that she helped a few equines heal after injuries from fights and such not. It was also here that Sacoorah's mate had disappeared and her foal too and she had nearly starved herself to death before her mate returned to her. But it was also here, when she was just shy of ten years old that Sacoorah's wonderful life came to an end. Sacoorah had just started to gain back the weight she had lost from her starving and she had been unknowingly carrying Equine Pneumonia and because she had never had it before, and she was not in the greatest of states that she wandered off one evening and died from the affects of the Pneumonia, and now, she has just recently reawakened here and is still learning how to go on again in her new state.
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Post by A z z y on Oct 6, 2015 7:42:35 GMT -7
"Utopia will welcome you, Sacoorah" - Artemisia, Lady of Hell
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