Vonya

Vonya

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Name: Vonya

Breed: Akhal-teke

Age: 5

Gender: Mare

Alliance: Dark

Pelt Color: Black

Mane and Tail color: Black

Eye Color: Dark blue

Markings: Blazed face with a wide bottom that covers her nose, top lip, and bottom lip, four knee high stockings, and lacing starting at the middle of her back and spreading to cover the entire top of her rump.  Marking Purchase

Hooves: Peach

Height: 16 hands

Mental/Physical Conditions: Vonya is easily chilled due to her short coat and slight build this can result in her falling sick more often in the winter months as she struggles to keep her body condition up. She has horrible nightmares at times that cause her to scream herself awake. 


Personality: Vonya can be a very sweet and caring mare to the few that she allows to get close to her. Vonya's trust is not easily won but she is loyal to a fault and will do anything to protect those whom she chooses to keep around. Those that she does not trust will be met with a cold and merciless mare who will attack in an instant to keep herself from being seen as weak. Vonya finds it easiest to trust foals, stallions and mares beware one wrong move and either Vonya will flee or most likely attack. Vonya learned the hard way to never show another horse weakness or for it could be the end of everything. Vonya walks with her head held high doing her best to radiate confidence and malice even though deep down she is sweet, and had she not had a horrible life she most likely would have remained aligned with the light. Vonya is slight and agile but most often reluctant to run for fear of the other horse giving chase. She refuses to be backed into a corner often times continuing to move about in order to keep her back to a known exit when confronted with strangers.

History: Vonya doesn't remember much of her young life truth be told she can only remember the last three years due to a traumatic experience when she was almost two years old where she was run down and beaten almost to death by a stallion that had found her wandering to far from her herd. She occasionally has nightmares from that night, but she doesn’t realize that it actually happened to her. Vonya has spent most of her life alone after the attack, she never managed to find her family after she was attacked. She wandered around for days dazed and disoriented, by the time she came back to herself she was far away from her family and no idea where she was. The first group of horses she came across chased her away and refused to let her near them. Since then she has spent most of her days just walking constantly searching for a place to call home. She has occasionally come across strange horses but, has never had the courage to approach them always slinking away before they had the chance to spot her. She has come across groups of foals playing in meadows and paused to speak to them until their parents called them home. She’s always felt safe around foals, and mares don’t make her nearly as uncomfortable as stallions do.

RP Example: Vonya lowered her head and snorted gently through her delicate nares as she walked quietly through the tall evergreens. Her glossy black coat glimmered where bits of sunlight found its way through the thick boughs overhead. Her tall white socks and blazed face were the only things visible when the sun was not touching her in the dense darkness of the woods. She shook her medium length mane and paused for a moment lifting her high head to test the wind for any unwelcome followers. A rustle in the bushes nearby had Vonya's delicate ears twitching forward in response to the noise as a small bird broke from the bush and fluttered up into the trees above. She blew softly through her nares shaking her head before resuming her walk down the small deer trail, she had been following for the last few hours. She knew the trail had to eventually lead to ether water or an open space where she might be able to get a bearing on where she might be at the moment. She shakes her head in irritation as small biting flies land on her ears tickling and annoying her to no end. One result of an open sunny place she thought would be that these dang flies would leave her be.



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