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Post by Admin on Dec 24, 2016 1:37:53 GMT -5
Personality
Boisterous and crude, there rarely goes an encounter where Onathe does not make herself known. The little mare has no problem entertaining pissing contests with anyone, even if they're three times her size and could easily crush her. It's nearly impossible to intimidate her and she is incredibly hard headed, listening to no one but herself. If a good enough proposal is made or a good friend offers up a different opinion, she might take it into consideration - and later claim credit, if she agrees. However, if someone she greatly dislikes offers a great idea, she will purposefully disagree just to spite them. Her pride is immense and her ego makes up for what she lacks in physical size. That being said, she isn't very dull witted. Onathe knows when she's fighting a losing battle or needs to sway how she's doing things and whereas she may act entirely reckless, she won't act out stupidly. When she does need to change how she's going about things, she will most likely refuse to admit it and attempt to make subtle changes. Being the prideful creature she is, she has a very strong willpower and will not bend to enemies or wounds. She resents cowards and if she encounters a situation that actually terrifies her, she will stand her ground. All she truly is searching for in life is a good, loud, unforgettable time, though sometimes at the expense of others.
History
Onathe's history truly begins with her father's journeys from his rather extensive herd of stocky ponies. His father (Onathe's grandfather) stuck out greatly among the mostly Fjord mixes, due to him being purely Thoroughbred. A brilliantly rich, seal bay stallion who refused to share the exact story of how he came to this far off, wild land. The most the herd knew was that he had encountered one of their mares while she was out and about, then the two grew incredibly close and ended up mates. She brought him home to her herd, where he received mixed feelings towards his bloodlines. Over time, he grew to be respected due to his unwavering loyalty and climbed the ranks of the herd. He had many children with his mate, the last of them being Onathe's father. This youngest son became a favorite of the Thoroughbred and he finally relented and began to tell tales of the place he had come from. The stories gained so much interest from the colt that he decided he had to go out and find this strange world for himself. When he grew old enough to support himself, he ventured out. For several years he searched, until finally coming across a narrow spit of land just knee's height beneath the ocean waves. It allowed him to cross into another land, where he continued his journey, eventually encountering an outlying farm. The horses there were bizarre to him and much more alike to his father than anyone else he had ever seen. One mare in particular captivated him, as he watched on from the forest boundaries. He worked out a plan over several days and finally managed to approach her fence once she was left alone out to pasture. The two quickly became close and he eventually convinced her (with his dashing good looks, as he'd say) to return home with him, at least for a visit. Soon after, she managed to slip from her handler and take off with the stallion. The two of them made the long journey home to the herd, which was hardly any different than when he had left. In fact, his Thoroughbred father had become even more prominent of figure, now acting as a right hand man for the King. The herd was pleased by the son's return and there was fascination surrounding the mare. She had a thicker build than they had seen and a strange spotted pattern adorning her hide. Many of the herd stallions began to give her attention, but she remained by the side of her friend who had brought her there. There grew a bit of jealousy between the mares as some fights broke out over the new girl. The two decided to spend some time away from the herd to avoid the attention and it eventually led to the birth of their first foal, a son. They cherished him and it took quite a while before either of them could focus on anything else, but the two desired more children. Over the next few years they had two more, but they were beginning to have to help with the herd and focus on other things. Each child they cherished and fawned over, including the grandfather who took it upon himself to teach them all the most he could. The herd itself wasn't small to begin with, so when they thought they were done, another batch of new foals spurred them on again. They decided to have one more foal before calling it quits, just so they could have true closure. However, this last "foal" ended up as foals, a twin boy and girl - Onathe.
The birth of the twins was also marked by the King falling ill, to the point where he could hardly continue on with his duties. Their grandfather began taking on the responsibilities and he soon became respected as the new leader, though without the King title. Onathe's parents were swept into new responsibilities as well as they began to train her and her brother to become proper heirs to the herd. There wasn't much argue over who would become the next ruler, but some resentment towards outside blood lingered and there was pressure on the twins to perfect themselves. Their father and grandfather spent most of their spare time teaching them all they knew and the stories of adventures began to dwindle. Play time with her brother went from most of the day into being scolded if they weren't training or going over their duties and chores around the herd. This didn't suit playful Onathe very well and she became frustrated with this added pressure that she didn't even understand at her young age. She began to rebel in small ways, while her brother went on to study his hardest and do his best to make himself greater. Instead of sparring or working with her herd members, Onathe began to wander away from the herd and spend great amounts of time in the outlying lands. She would race to the ocean and back, just to see how fast she could do it. Or she would climb the rocky slopes for the sole purpose of seeing how high she could go. She found it to be far more satisfying to push herself to her limits and see how great she could be in the world outside of her home. It seemed silly to her that she ought to stay with her family and listen to the herd's qualms all day. She decided she'd much rather spend her life out and about, seeing every wonder she could and doing everything there was to do. There was never any shortage of races to run or strange animals to tease and play with. She even ran into the occasional traveling horse, most of which would tell her magnificent stories of where they had been. They told her about vast canyons and waterfalls so high up that you couldn't see the top from the bottom and the water sprayed a mist that covered miles. The world just seemed so wonderful! She didn't understand how her family could simply stay at home the whole time and it drove a wedge further in between them.
Onathe's disregard for her responsibilities and herd life began to grate on her family's nerves. They would try to keep one of them with her at all times, so she couldn't escape to the outside world. It was a hugely draining process and it was eating into too much of their time, considering the filly was flighty and did everything in her ability to slip away. They eventually gave up and her mother told her oldest brother to watch over her for them. The two hadn't been particularly close prior, she mostly spent time with her twin brother instead of any other siblings. There was a large age gap and the filly at first found herself feeling awkward having her much larger brother shadow her everywhere and try to control her roaming. He was less than thrilled and the two constantly bickered. Onathe would still do her best to slip away, but he was much better at catching her than the rest of her family. If she thought she had been incredibly stealthy and slipped away at midnight, he would show up at the edge of the forest and jump out at her to scare her. She grew increasingly frustrated and the two began spending almost all of their time finding ways to get the edge over the other. Over time, it turned into more of a game and their bickering started to take on a different tone, one she was very unfamiliar with. The change excited her though and she decided to follow through with it. She began to test the boundaries, throwing more flirtatious lines and barter than what she should have. At first he seemed confused by it, but soon her advances were returned in full. They grew very close, spending every moment together and she began to lure him farther and farther from the herd. It became common for them to spend several days at a time just exploring and seeing how far they could make it in a single day. They always had to return home, but it quelled her wanderlust significantly. After a year of shucking their duties and mostly playing with each other, Onathe decided it was time to declare her feelings for him. The declaration was reciprocated and it didn't take very long for them to consummate it. Together they thrived and their family eventually gave up on either of them taking the position as heir. It seemed that together her twin brother and another sister had the heir title secured, so they were allowed to do as they pleased. Onathe became unsurprisingly pregnant, to which she simply explained off to her family as a random encounter with a stallion. They expressed their displeasure, but she shrugged it off. Everything seemed fine and well, until around three quarters of the way through her pregnancy. She began to feel very ill, cramping badly and fighting her way through agony for an entire night while her mate worried and fretted by her side. They had been far from the herd at the time, so they found a secure place and she tried to make it to the morning. Sometime around dawn the pain intensified, but a foal began to emerge. She did her best to push the foal out, though something was very wrong. The foal was entirely pink, fleshy and very, very small. It was very dead by the time Onathe managed to come to her senses and check it over. She wasn't sure what to do, turning to her mate for support, but he lashed out at her. He insisted it was her fault and if she hadn't forced them to go on this stupid excursions, they'd be home safe and their child would still be alive. He left her there and returned home on his own. Onathe was taken aback, never having expected this kind of behavior from him. His sudden rejection hurt her more than the foal's passing, though she did her best to hind the little body from prying predators so it might have a proper resting place. She spent several days collecting herself before returning home to a panicked mother and fretting family. They doted on her and treated her as family ought to after such a loss, but her brother refused to acknowledge her. She decided upon the story that he had gotten into a fight with the real father and she had defended the father instead of him, since her brother refused to even talk about the event. It settled things, but her own feelings were far from satiated. She felt betrayed and abandoned, even as her loving family stood beside her. For several weeks she stayed home and tried to get herself over what felt like a torn up heart. She tried several times to rekindle things with her brother, however she faced fierce words whenever she tried to approach him alone. It became almost unbearable having to live near him and the lands surrounding the herd just bore reminders of what had happened. It seemed as if she had no choice but to leave. She told her mother the sentiment, expecting the exotic mare to scold her and tell her to stay. However, her mother encouraged her and offered support. It seemed her mother recalled her days living on a farm and how she'd always wished for something more and had left with a wild stallion so easily, but it had been the best thing she'd ever done. She told Onathe to go, for if she couldn't be happy within the herd (as she'd never been), then perhaps she could find happiness exploring like she always longed to do. Upon hearing her mother's words, Onathe decided it would be right for her to leave. She bid farewell to her family and herd and left without a single word to her brother.
The land outside of the herd's boundaries seemed cold and uninviting now that she was alone, but she forced herself to carry on without looking back. Eventually the trees and meadows began to look unfamiliar and as she continued, she eventually lost sight of the mountains she knew so well. She began to feel a bit sick and lonely knowing that this adventure would be one where she wouldn't get to see her family again after. After a few weeks of travel, she was feeling particularly down and changed her course to head towards the ocean. The thrill of waves chasing her hocks as she ran as fast as she could along the shore always made her feel better. She was sure the exhilaration would help her get past what was behind her and move on with this new adventure. It would be the grandest yet! There was no end in sight and she was sure she could find some amazing places. She was still avoiding others whenever she noticed them, but beautiful scenery was always welcomed.
As she drew nearer to the ocean, she felt her spirits began to lift again. The sounds of the waves crashing drew her in and she played in the surf for the first time in months. It felt amazing and she decided to stay for a little while. After another week or so, she decided it was time to continue on. Maintaining her path along the shore, it was only another day when a strange noise piqued her curiosity. It sounded like a shrill call as if a dog were in trouble. Nothing very eventful had happened so far, so she decided to investigate. Not too far up the coast, she came across a lower area of beach that was beginning to fill in more quickly than the surrounding sand as the high tide began to ebb back in. There was more shrill cries and they lead Onathe to wade in the tide up to her knees to a circlet of rocks. The current was getting stronger and she decided not to stay longer than she needed to. As she approached the boulders, she noticed a small, grayish red animal pressed nervously against a ledge on the side. It appeared stuck and by the bristled fur and panicked breaths, the thing was scared out of its mind. She moved closer to it, intrigued by it's small furry body and fluffy tail. She hadn't seen a fox quite like this one before, but she knew she'd have to save it. The waters still tugged strongly only on her legs and had yet to reach her belly. She moved closer to the rock and nudged the little fox forcefully onto her back, where it dug it's paws in and crouched lowly. Once it seemed secure, she waded back towards shore. She only stumbled a few times, but by the time she was back away from the water it seemed the fox was still too terrified to climb down. She tried her best to nudge it off and even to lay down to try and make it fall off, but the fox would not leave her back. She gave up and let the little creature stay. She figured it would do no harm and continued, this time moving farther inland. Over the next few days, the fox began to leave her for short periods of time, but come running back the second she began to walk away. It demanded to lay or sit on her back as she walked, not that she minded. She grew more attached to the fox as time went on and eventually the two became inseparable. The fox would hop off and catch its food or play for a little while, but the two were always within eyesight of each other.
The fox gave Onathe something to focus on and her mind was taken off home and what had happened long enough for her to really put an effort into her travels. She found beautiful sights and marveled at the strange things nature had built. She found herself feeling social again and she even began to make friends as she went from land to land. Home was far, far behind her and she couldn't even recognize the stars from home anymore, learning new constellations as she went. It became a hobby of hers to memorize places in relation to the stars. It was something she had already been doing, but not consciously and adding the extra effort to it opened up a world inside her head. She had begun to gain a reputation among travelers as a mare who knew the Earth and skies better than she knew herself. It wasn't a notion that she minded and she found herself proud. Soon horses from all over recognized the pale, stocky pony upon seeing her (the fox may have helped) and being constantly asked for advice or praised for her memories boosted her confidence beyond what it had ever been as a filly. Several herds extended offers to her to join their ranks as she could provide information on the best places to eat, sleep, fuck, play or even more specific needs like giving birth or healing. She reveled in her growing knowledge and began to cast a network of other nomads whom she would occasionally encounter. They would spread the word of places she had not yet been or of events that she couldn't have heard about being so far away. Eventually, she had gained word of a new place that she had not yet visited with several groups that seemed interesting compared to the normal herds she came across. It piqued her interest and she found herself adjusting her travels towards it. There was an unsung hope she bore for the new land as well, that perhaps she had finally traveled enough to find word of home.
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