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Post by Admin on Dec 12, 2015 9:45:23 GMT -5
Personality
After arrival at Wild Equines and the birth of her son, Zana has come to change her views a bit. She's much more calm and precise with her thinking, rather than instantly raging like her younger self would have done. She shows immaculate self control when presented with a truly serious situation and tries to keep her judgement clear of her own temper. Her morals aren't the best or the worst and the mare can be sympathetic to both sides of most arguments. She has a strong sense of determination, responsibility and justice, often throwing herself into situations that she didn't even have to be involved in. Usually during these, she will find herself in a leadership role rather than a follower one. It is much more natural to her to be actively making decisions than waiting for them to be discussed for her. Driven by challenges, she has a quick mind and is able to think of quick improvises in tense situations. She can be stubborn, but she is still capable of being swayed. She isn't entirely without fear, but the mare will strive to be brave before she gives up.
History
From the beginning, her life was pretty average. Her father was the leader of a small, nomadic herd and her mother just one of the four mares in it. She had one half-sister her age that she could play with, so the two were relatively close along with their slightly older brother. Aside from the occasional drama and injuries, they lived in relative peace. The only real reason that her life became anything different is because as a filly she had the stupid idea that when her brother left to find his own mares, that it'd be a good idea to join him. It went fine and well until they came across another herd, a pretty small one and similar in ranking to the one they had grown up in. She made nice with two stallions in the herd while her brother tried charm some of the mares. He wasn't exactly the most experienced, so he had no luck whatsoever with the mares. They left the herd, but her brother seemed to have taken a major hit to his ego. She tried to reassure him that it was just because he was hardly any older than a colt, but he seemed to become obsessed with it and mulled over it day and night. He got worse over the next two years, often spending a few days sizing up a herd before going in and trying to win over the mares. Of course it was her job to distract the leads and whatever other important herd members there were. Often she would use a ploy like she had lost her family or her child, or even that there had been something like a mountain lion going after her foal and now she had lost track of both of them. This sibling teamwork finally paid off when one mare was dumb enough to fall for her brother's ever improving suave demeanor. They had to abscond pretty fast from that herd, but in the end she thought it was worth it to see her brother cheering up like he used to. In all honesty she was getting sick of being the actress she had to be and wanted to start settling down and finding a place to really stay. However her brother wanted to keep going, his motives turning quickly from just wanting a bigger herd to wanting more power and control. She did not like this change in the least and told him right away of her plans to leave. He was surprisingly calm about it, only he wanted her to stay for one more herd. So she agreed, figuring one more would be no different than all the others. Of course she never realized that those were famous last words and so she blindly followed him and his few other mares to the next herd. When they got there, right off she was pretty uncomfortable with the amount of stallions in the herd, but she didn't say anything about it. The other mares got to work, either helping to distract or convince the mares to abandon their herd and run off. The stallion she was left with to distract was very distracting himself, since he was a very handsome quarter horse that was a smooth talker that rivaled her brother. She couldn't help herself, all the attention she wasn't used to getting had her melting at his every word. Within a few days he'd convinced her to stay for a while longer and to bear a foal of his. When she relayed this to her brother, he was surprisingly pleased at it and agreed to stay around, only he would stay just off the lands and let his mares do the work. She went back to her new stallion friend and told him she could stay, to which they immediately got to work on that foal. They stayed at the herd for probably a month before her brother decided it was the right time to leave, to which she had gotten fairly attached to her new friend. Her new friend, however, seemed to be just as attached to all the mares and didn't treat her much different than them, so she agreed to leave. However on the day before they had planned to go, she was shocked to see her brother being forced into the center of the herdlands, looking very injured. She wanted to help him, but one mare against several stallions and then all the supporting mares didn't leave her much of a chance. She only watched as her brother was made into a slave and beaten down until he wasn't much of anything but a rack of bones over the next few months. It had reached the point where she couldn't take it, and like a coward she ran away the first chance she got. It was easier than she had expected, getting away, but life on her own was a lot more difficult than she had thought. Eventually she ended up joining a small herd, just long enough to birth her foal. With the amount of stress she'd gone through, it wasn't much of a surprise when the foal wouldn't breathe or open his eyes. She was more surprised and sickened by how little she felt over it, which pushed her to keep roaming to try and put everything that'd happened behind her so she could start over.
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