Post by |::Niveus Somnium::| on Aug 28, 2007 22:02:11 GMT -5
I am dubbed Niveus Somnium meaning Snowy Dreamer
I was born and am a Stallion
My blood is of an Arabian and a Mustang
My dam was cursed Masira
My sire was named Baikil
I am stained the purest White
My neck and rump are touched by threads of White Silk
I have lanterns that glow of the deepest Topaz
I have walked this world for 5 winters, though some would say years
I am born of the element Water
I have learned to control and use all forms of Ice to my benefit
I have the traits of an unpredictable and impulsive stag. I love to do the strange and bizzare when the urg catches me. I am cool and calm, I try not to loose my temper and succeed most of the time. I am respectful and do not wish to anger or fight when I can talk my way through it, but I am no push over and will not handle disrespect of myself or of a mare. I am a flirt when my situation calls for it. I am a strong fighter and a gentle lover, no forcing is in my blood or mind.
My past is not very interesting but here it is. I once lived in a terra in the plains, surrounded by many other colts and fillies, all strong and healthy thanks to the blood of my father and my father's brother. Two males ruled that herd, the size making it impossible for just one to protect so the brothers were the two who agreed to do so. Most of the other young males found this humiliating and left when the two came into power but the females stayed, deciding two was safer than one.
I was one of the younger colts, but I was wiser, and I understood the reasoning behind it, as did my closest friends, Tidra and Teno, who we also my half siblings. But every one around me was related in some way or another, by blood or mating. When the I was about a year, my mother separated from me and I started to fend for myself in the herd, but soon my strong nature worried the two in charge, a mixture of pride and worry from my father, and at the age of two and a half I was forced out of the herd.I wasn't mad, I actually thanked my father and uncle before leaving, saying that I would have never left if they hadn't forced me away. I traveled a good bit, becoming a lead stallion for a while before deciding I wished to move on and giving the land and mares away with a short fight to hold my dignity. I have come hear now, after a few years of wandering, to claim a place to call my own and start anew.