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Post by Admin on Feb 9, 2017 14:56:32 GMT -5
Personality
Upon first encountering Porcelain, his most obvious feature is that he's lived a spoiled life and still carries these expectations. Although, digging a little deeper it can become clear that he mostly falls back on this to cope with the sudden changes in his life. He will often be rude, insensitive and standoffish. He attempts to make it known that he's above dirty work and will expect others to take care of those things for him. The boy had a very stubborn air about him and whereas he may act like he needs help with basic needs, he will insist on taking care of himself as if his sight doesn't effect him. Truth be told, he really doesn't have much clue on how the world works and is struggling to get by. Solitude terrifies him and he will try to seek out others to stay with, though he often drives them away with his attitude. He is incredibly distrustful (though honestly, he's not very trustworthy himself) and takes a while to warm up to anyone new. Even once he does manage to make a friend, he is usually still rude to them and will have nothing to do with sap. However, he would make for a very loyal companion.
History
Porcelain's mother was a nomad, traveling with two of her closest friends to anywhere they could walk to. The mares did alright for themselves and rarely ran into trouble. However, when they did finally meet trouble, it was serious. The mares were captured by a band of roaming bachelor stallions and taken as slaves for the group. They were greatly outnumbered, overpowered and without means to escape, soon each fell pregnant with the three strongest bachelors' spawn. The pregnancies were brutal on top of what the mares already experienced and one of them lost the foal within a few months. Porcelain's mother grew heavily pregnant and it soon became apparent that she was harboring more than one child. She couldn't stand the thought that her children would have to face what her and her friends were, so she began to plan. They had a streak of "luck" when the bachelors captured several more mares and the new captives were easily convinced to rebel against the now evenly numbered bachelors. The fight was bloody and disastrous for most of the mares, but several managed to escape. The original trio of friends were among those who got away. They traveled far from the land that they had encountered the bachelors in and eventually ran into a group of friendly mares. It took quite a lot of convincing, but these strange mares finally got the three to agree to follow them home to their herd. The lifestyle was completely different and the three finally relaxed. The timing was perfect and soon Porcelain and his twin were born. However, while Porcelain struggled to grasp the reality he had been thrust into, his brother did not stir. The smaller colt never woke, despite his mother's attempts to revive him. All attention fell on Porcelain then and his mother lavished him with affection.
Life among the herd was pleasant for the young colt and he often found himself bathed in kindness and affection. His startling blindness seemed to gain the sympathy of most of the mares and they soon began to spoil him beyond what was helpful. The only form of fear in his life came from the sudden feelings on his hide that he could not explain. Sometimes it would feel as if some great cat was trying to claw his flesh off and at other times, it was as if something soft brushed past his ear. The sensations scared him, but his mother reassured him that there was nothing to worry about. He had nearly the whole herd looking out for him and he tried to find comfort in this, but it was difficult. When he began to hear the whispering was when things grew worse. There would be strange words whispered and things he hadn't really heard about except for maybe in passing. It confused him and he complained to his mother over it as well, but she wrote it off as imagination. It progressed to the point he became unsure if he was hearing a normal conversation or something just in his head. At night, he'd often jolt awake and hear his name being called out, even screamed. This scared him the most and he'd huddle beside his mother or the other mares and wait for them to wake up, too scared to speak.
When surrounded by lively company and not left to his own devices, Porcelain had a fair life. He grew quickly, but soon found himself falling behind strength-wise compared to the other colts. This didn't bother him though as he had all the mares on whim to care for him. He imagined life would be like that forever, except nature had other plans. The herd lived in a valley with a thriving river cutting through the middle and along the north border. It was wide and offered protection among other things to the herd. The herd hadn't dealt with any major storms, so when one particularly bad one appeared, they were unprepared. Winds tore their trees up and threw them like twigs, causing the herd to scatter and try to find safety among the rocky slopes. There were several caves where they took shelter, however the ones nearest to the river soon began to flood. Porcelain and his mother were unfortunate enough to be in one of these caves. They attempted to flee uphill to one of the safer caves, however with the wind howling and rain lashing in his face, Porcelain found it nearly impossible to locate his mother or herd mates among the chaos. He tried to find the slopes, but instead found himself barred by fallen trees and having to detour out back lowly into the valley again. He began to hear his name called, a thin voice in all the wind and rain, but he could recognize his mother's voice and he began to chase it. The cry lead him further through the valley and eventually he realized that he was no longer anywhere near the slopes nor the river. He wasn't sure what to do, finding the terrain nearly impossible to navigate on his own, but it was too dangerous to stay where he was. He slowly pushed himself to try to find the slope again, but only made himself get more lost. It became clear that he was no longer anywhere he knew and he huddled underneath some stronger trees as he tried to figure out what to do. He decided to wait, that his mother and the mares would be there as soon as the storm was over to come get him. So he did just that. As soon as the storm broke, he began calling out to his herd, but there was no answer. He figured it might just take them a while, so he stayed near the tree (since he had no idea what direction he'd come from) and called for them. The wait stretched hours and then turned to days, with him having to make fretful trips towards the sound of water and then trace his steps back to the tree in order to wait it out. He still thought there might be a chance for them to find him, so he waited. It was hardly another few days before howls began to raise and he recognized the awful sounds. His mother had described them as beasts with large mouthfuls of teeth, wanting to tear him up. The sounds made him nervous, so he tried to stay near the tree. However, they continued to grow closer until suddenly they fell silent. He tried to press against the tree to hide himself, but it was too late. There was a soft rustle of leaves and suddenly a sharp pain ripping through his chest. He reared up and managed to slam his hooves into the beast's body, but was left no choice other than to take off. Galloping had always been risky for him, but fear spiked his blood and forced him to try. He stumbled and bumped harshly into things, scratching his shoulders to hell, but he eventually left the growls and excited yips behind. It was then he truly realized how hopeless the situation was and knew he had to find someone. So he began to wander, doing his best to stay on solid ground avoid obvious dangers. His mother had taken him out enough for him to know different landscapes, so he worked with the knowledge he had to not die. It was difficult, though and he found himself worse for wear. He realized that he most likely wouldn't be seeing his herd again. Still, he forced himself to push on in the fading hope that he might stumble upon someone who could help him survive.
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