Soul Reaper

[Steph]

Name: Vesta
Nickname: Ves
Breed: Morgan
Gender: Wench
Age:4
Season Born: Winter
Year Created:1
Description:
A pelt of onyx is striking to the eye. White stockings and blaze provide a striking contrast which calls for a lingering gaze. Cascading banner flows over her muscled boa and leaves her orbs unseen. The sleek look and mysterious ways of this vixen leaves you longing for a taste. Standing at 15.3 hh with defined muscles and powerful structure her morgan bloodlines show. Her gates are flowing and memorizing, every move seems romantic. Deep umber pools hold flicks of a brilliant copper. Her orbs are hidden by her jet black tassels but you can still feel her persecuting gaze. Her tassels also hide a scar which runs between her pools; this injury occasionally causes double vision. Ebony nostrils flare taking in your scent light ashen towers swivel with your movements, she can tell that you are uneasy. She circles you, her body tense, muscles taught against her pelt. She is hunting, picking out the strong from the weak, the bold and brave from the meek and humble. The circles become smaller constricting your paths for escape, but your body can’t move you’re entranced by this sabino vixen. As she comes closer you can see a faint scar across her right shoulder. The scar is thin and new, the deep grey skin is visible, ebony hairs are just starting to grow. Her actions are intimidating, and you can read nothing off of her, her movements are without warning and she is without heart. Her spice is poisonous, but it draws you in, it’s sweet and inviting. Everything about this sabino wench is seductive, but underneath she is pure bitch.
Weight:1,000 pounds
Height:15.3 HH
Personality:
There is no simple way to describe her, she eludes all stereotypes and cannot be nailed down by words, you need to experience her presence to understand. But even then you are left wondering. Some say she matches the charm of her beauty others say she reaps souls. But her true essence has yet to be revealed, and she intends to keep it that way.

Unpredictable this vixen gives you a run for your money. Her mother, Usha, was a rancid creature with a thirst for pain, some of which was passed on to Vesta. Strong willed and vivacious this mare is one that you do not want to cross. Her temper is violent and completely uncontrollable. When it flares she destroys everything in her path. She is seductive, and only accepts those who can resist, which is few. Her expectations of others are nonexistent she lives for herself and depends on no one.

However, Vesta’s personality is slightly laced with that of her father’s nature; Brydon was a gallant equine with charm and understanding. The rare trust and loyalty this vixen’s life comes from her father. He also passed on his beauty and grace, which this vixen uses to entice her victims.

Which strands will you hit, which side will you strike? I hope for your sake, you encounter the daughter of Brydon rather than the hell hound of Usha.




History:

Well by the clashing of her dam and sires personalities I am sure you have figured that Vesta’s past was interesting. Your somewhat right.

Vesta has yet to understand Brydon was devoted to Usha. They were so different, yet he put up with her ways. As a foal and yearling Vesta only knew her mother, for Brydon wouldn’t allow Usha near his herd; which is perhaps why the sabino fae is so little like her father. However as Vesta aged Brydon allowed her into the herd and started to instill his ways on her. Vesta would spend a few seasons with each parent, and both would try and undo what the other had done.

At three a sorrel stallion caught the vixen’s attention. He was powerful and matched Vesta’s every move. The two were mesmerized by one another. But the tranquility could only last for so long with two hot headed equines. I will leave what came between them for you to ponder, and perhaps you will find the truth. The battle ended in the sorrel brutes death, and with his death Vesta became Usha’s daughter. The grace and loyalty that Brydon and bestowed upon his beautiful spawn was near extension. Usha was enthralled with her victory, and Brydon hurt by his loss. Both of a daughter and his best warrior.

Shortly after the battle Vesta left her home land. To carry on her mother’s legacy. If you could call it that.

[Trillian]