Ѧιƨƨ Ɩи∂ɛρɛи∂ɛит (Pag-13/R)

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Name ll Vega
Nickname ll N/A
Origin ll Unknown
Gender ll Mare
Age ll 3 1/2


Breed ll Mustang
Height ll Unknown
Coat Color ll Light Brown
Mane/Tail Color ll White

Eye Color ll Blue
Scars ll Over Nose
Markings ll None
Features ll For a mare, Vega is pretty muscular for her age and gender.


Lineage ll Lizzie x Alpha
Sisters ll None
Brothers ll Apollo
Desired Herd ll None
Birth Herd ll None
Birth Season ll Summer
Personality ll Vega is more of the serious type, mature and keeps her head high. When she focuses on something, it's always on one thing, nothing else. She is someone your can trust, but is hard to gain trust for she is always keeping her eye on someone. If she was a rank, she'd be alpha of her herd. Vega doesn't take no for an answer and if someone disagrees on something she'll be willing to do something herself. Even though she grew up fast, Vega can be really playful. She is more mare than stallion so isn't a tomboy, she actually is the one to step up against a stallion. She is easily annoyed by them and stays independent proving that she could make things on her own. She is friendly once you gain her trust and is very helpful. Though she sounds really strict, she does have a heart.
History ll Vega was born on the outskirts of any herd. Her mother raised her without a father and they were really good until a herd moved into the free lands and forced her, and her mother into the herd. She hated being in the herd with the "herd" she felt unsafe and sometimes she stayed up in the middle of the night knowing that the leader claimed her mother as his own. It made her angry... lonely. Though she made a friend name, Eliza, she still felt lonely. Then the winter came and that's when she finally got to actually see her mother... her mother giving birth. Out came a beautiful foal, a young prince in which her mother named, Apollo. Vega was extremely upset with her mother though. She hadn't surely fell in love with a stuck up stallion such as the leader himself? Vega loved the brother and his beautiful looks but she end up leaving and not eating, not sleeping, staying in the foals part until she grew. She watched her brother grow to the age of one while she turn two. He wad proud and stuck-up just like the father. Their mother seemed so proud, and Vega felt jealousy always creep inside of her. She loved and missed her brother. though when Apollo always was up to speak for some reason he would always thank his sister, which he knew nothing about. They had an unspeakable bond. Finally, Vega was tired of it. The night she had an argument with her mother she ran from the herd and has been alone ever since.

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Name // Nyala
Nickname // N/A
Origin // Unknown
Gender // Mare
Age // 3 1/2




Breed // Mustang
Height // 6 feet
Coat Color // Creamy light brown
Mane/Tail Color // Black
Eye Color // Electric blue
Scars // None
Markings // Black marking on her legs, spine, and face, also below her mane.
Features // Fine figured shape, and for her age Nyala has perfect shaped muscles.


Lineage // Vijaya & Jokerman
Sisters // None
Brothers // Revane
Desired Herd // She would rather be an Outcast.
Birth Herd // Born as an Outcast
Birth Season // Beginning of Winter
Personality // She promised she would be a sweet, flirty, laid back fae. But this is all an act. She acts sweet and caring to gain people's trust and then... In the case of being in the arena she will kill them. Nyala is usually straight forward, and doesn't bother with small talk. Her mom died while giving birth to her, but she doesn't think about that. She is extremely fast, and as strong as all the other faes. She is very stealthy, and is pretty good with foals. She will never give up in a fight, even if she’s in a condition where she’s on the line of dying. Will always take the risk of protecting others, Nyala is also self-confident. Humorous, and calm. She can make almost anyone laugh, even if they don’t or in a bad mood. Has an extensive knowledge of poisonous materials. Nyala is a dreadful assassin.She has temper issues and never smiles. She has a body of pure steel. She has hard style and loves to fight. Hardcore is more than a personality for her. Her eyes show the devil in her, and she has nerves of steel. Feels nothing and never shows her emotions. Other than the cold-hearted fae she really is, some things can hurt her worse than a wound.

History // Sharp whispers of the dead rung in Nyalas ears. The screech of a crow sliced the silence. Screams arose around Nyala, she flung her head side to side watching in horror as the battle started. Her father was pinning a large black stallion to the ground, stomping at his face roughly. Rotating her head she seen a large frame weaving through battles, coming straight toward Nyala. She gasped, eyes wide. She felt the large stud nip at her coat, and she neighed loudly. Suddenly something came over her--With narrowed eyes Nyala gripped the studs neck and torn at the delicate skin. She sneered and reared with him, her sharp hooves kicked out powerfully. She dented his stomach as she went for another blow, knocking him down. Nyala watched as he lied there heaving, she sneered and ended his life instantly. Nyala turned to see the other horses retreating from the battle. Nyala scanned the moorland carefully, looking for her father…As her eyes lay upon a fine shape curled up in a ball. Fine lining of blood flashed. She seen under the blazing sun her father sprayed upon the ground. Nyala let out an eerie cry, her front legs buckling, and she kneeled down beside her fathers dead body. She laid her massive head upon his broad-shoulders. Nyala sighed, letting loose of her father. She slowly stood up, glancing up at her brothers gesturing call. Nyala made her way through the valley, dodging dead-bodies. She stopped in her tracks, watching as one horse scrambled on the Earth surface. Eyes narrowing down at him, she reared up and striked hooves out in mid-air. The stud looked up at Nyala, a screaming echo sounded loudly through the area. Birds flew up out of trees. Nyala smiled, happy for once, she slowly rotated her massive crown to look back at Revane. She swore 'till that day forward, that she will avenge her fathers death. Even if it kills her.