Secret Heart: Accepted

Name: Mistikos kardia (Secret heart)
Nickname: Kardia
Breed: Irish hunter
Gender:Mare
Age: Four
Season Born: Summer
Year Created: Year 1
Description: Most of her strong body is a shining white, while her muzzle is pink and dark grey. Most of her face is slightly darker, which allows you to see the blaze running down her face on the darker grey of her muzzle. Her eyes are large and a milk chocolate brown, that seem to never miss a thing. Her neck looks like a Swan’s yet it’s thick and strong. Her shoulders are well muscled and strong, while her legs are long and built for running. Her hid quarters are built for giving her that extra bit of speed as she runs, and for jumping. From her flank back her fur is a dappled in dark grey but only on the left side. Her right side is only dark from her thigh to her gaskin, then it turns into a pure white stocking. Her front legs are dappled, but only light grey except on her knees.
Weight: 950lb
Height: 15.4
Personality: Mostly sweet and even tempered she does have a darker side to her. Her past has taken its toll on her mental state. She is quick to anger, but only if you do certain things. It takes quite a bit to get on her good side simply because she doesn’t trust horses. She seems to get only better with stallions than with mares. She has worked hard to learn how to learn to hide her emotions, and works even harder to contain her temperament. She is very stubborn, and doesn’t like to change her mind. Her life’s passion is to become lead mare of her own heard. She knows she will be a strict leader with some rules that will not go unbroken. Kardia also is ruthless, and will fight for her right to be free. She might act mean and angry, but she really is a sweet heart unless you provoke her.
History: Kardia was born to the leaders of the herd. She grew up strong and happy, with a strong healthy heard. Everything was going great until her first full year of life. Her mother was killed by a mountain lion, and at the loss of his loving mate, her father went crazy. He struck out on the heard and killed them all, except Kardia, which had taken refuge in some thick wild onions. Once her father had left she came out of hiding and left her once happy heard. Once she was out on her own, she came across a stallion; he said he would take care of her until her as old enough to leave for good. He seemed nice enough, and he was…for a while. Then he started raping her, repeatedly. When she turned two she was final able to overpower him and run away from his evil influence.
Sample Post: As the howl broke through the air like a bull whip lashes the skin, silver ears pricked high to catch every note. The ears where attached to a might silvery head which was set proudly on the body of a fighter. The chest wasn’t as large as most of her gender, but still large enough to house the powerful lunges to hunt down the strongest of elk. The legs of this might beast may not be as long and slender as the large wolves around her, but they were twice as compact and durable. Her muzzle was slender and aerodynamic like that of the cone on a fighter jet.[/blockquote]

This was the body of an alpha, someone whom could be trusted with the lives of others. This was a wolf that could rule on her own, and could hold her own in a fight. This proud canine had been born a burden, the runt, useless. Now she was a mighty leader, one that could protect and fight to live. She was a fighter, a killer, and a survivor.

Your first glance at the female standing, you would only see a stunning silver pelt. The silver locks where of a medium length, one that would keep her warm, and cool when the time called for each. IF you glanced at her in movement you would see the rippling muscles under the pelt. A shiver would most likely run down your spine, and then a thought might strike your mind like a hammer assaulting a nail. How is something so small so powerful?

Once you get past the power of this female wolf, you would see the stunning things that reside on her body. If you were muzzle to muzzle you would notice her stunning blue eyes. Her eyes could turn to almost the same shade of silver as her fur if you caught them just right in the sun or moonlight. The next odd thing you would see about her is the striking neon orange patch in her chest.

Now that you’ve spotted this astonishing beautiful creature it’s time to learn her mission. Ah yes, the howl, some poor lost soul looking for a family. A smirk brushed her lips as she thought of look at the poor soul that would be waiting for her or answer her pleading howl. She would of course answer that call in good time.
She wanted to get closer to the other wolf, before she answered. Incase this loner decided that it wasn’t worth waiting for, and either ran off or made up their mind to challenge her. Suddenly she was off. Her small paws pounded the ground like thunder pounding in a scared wolf’s mind. Her muscular body was flying through the air as her legs extended and coiled under her. A sudden rush of power sent her rush like a bullet through the cool air.

As she flew through the trees dodging this way and that to avoid a collision with the trees her mind raced with what her pack was in dire need of. They needed a guard, someone that would walk the borders and mark the borders to keep out unfriendly visits as much as possible. Hunters where needed to, but with the small size of her pack it wouldn’t be hard for her to take care of that with the aid of one other hunter.

With her rapid approach she would be there soon. She dug her razor sharp claws into the ground and skidded to a stop. Her nose sniffed carefully at the air to make sure the loner was on the other side of the border still. Once she realized they were as they should be, she slide her left hind leg back throw her chest out to take a proud and powerful stature. After taking a deep breath her muzzle pointed toward the sky she let out a mighty, but beautiful song. Her heart was flowing into the song as she told the loner she was coming and would be there in two minutes. She also told of the pack, but kept major details to herself. She told of the prey that was strong and fierce and the harsh winters, and desert hot summer, but she also told of the cool waters that lasted all year long, and of the great hunting areas in her lands.

Her song ended by saying she was coming to meet them and to stay put. As her song ended she took off in a rush of wind. She was no more than a rustle of the leaves. A flash of silver in the corner of your eye, but you turn and see nothing. She was as light footed as a young rabbit his first time out of the den. She was the raging river, powerful and unstoppable.

As she neared the stranger she only picked up the speed throwing her body into the cool air. She burst into the clearing and skidded to a stop right before the loner. Her shinny blue eyes took in the wolf in front of her. The wolf was strong and proud, but doubtful. Not a good quality to have in a fighter. She just stood there tail raised, and head lowered slightly to cover her throat. She was waiting for the wolf to make the first move.

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