Zora [Mouser]

[Zora]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #313838;,true][cs=2] Zora Unicorn | 3 ½ years old | Mare | 14.3 HH | Unclaimed

[atrb=width,480] Basics -- Name: Zora Species: Unicorn Age: 3 ½ years old Gender: Mare Herd: None Rank: Unclaimed Mare Appearance -- Breed: Tennessee walker Height: 14.3 HH Coat: Amber champagne with minimal tobiano Mane/Tail: Sun bleached brown with strips of white in mane Markings: Slightly darker points, four white stockings, strip of white that curves across upper back of neck, white star that encircles the base of her horn Eyes: Sandy gold, similar to her coat Horn: Opalite in color, smooth with a gentle upward curve, short in length Ref: Horse Inner Workings -- Personality Overview: Formal, Polite, Distant, Curious, Ignorant, Stubborn, Resists change, Paranoid of her gullibility, Slight perfectionist, Prideful The Past -- As told from her point of view... It could be said I descend from royalty. My parents were leads, privileged, proud unicorns blessed with the task of directing their unwitting followers because they lacked the proper guidance to do it themselves. I still consider it very noble of them to take on that responsibility when they very easily could have denied it and left the herd to their own devices. But Father was duty bound, determined to see his herd—because he had long ago claimed it as his own—thrive and flourish and was too proud to abandon it. Father was a busy unicorn from day one of my life, though he often took the time necessary that I required of him. He constantly praised my beauty and intellect, instilling in me a confidence that was born from his own. Because of this I was free to speak my thoughts, given the privilege of interrupting his duties and following in his steps when I desired to. I saw myself as being most connected to him, despite my mother seeing me as most connected to her. I suppose in actuality I was sculpted from both of their different beliefs. While Father spent his times doing diplomatic things, speaking to the herd, ensuring things ran smoothly between our band of unicorns and equines and the others, Mother was left to herself a lot of the time. She hardly seemed bothered by this, I guess accustomed to Father being so busy and neglectful of her. I would often tell him things about this, but I was always “too young” to understand how things really were. Because I disliked from a young age how Father would leave Mother alone, I rebelled in the only way I knew how. I chose to spend more time with her than him. It was through this period of rebellion at still a very, very young age that I began to realize there was much more to my mother than I had thought. She introduced me to her life that she led in secret behind my father’s back, one that was religious as opposed to strictly humanitarian. In the quiet time allotted to her, she would stand in silent prayer, thanking her patron, the Sun God, for what he had blessed her with: a strong herd, a sure footed family, and a healthy life. She told me that I was one of these blessings, a cherished youth gifted to her because of her unfailing loyalty, and I immediately latched onto the idea. What young pretty thing wouldn’t like being considered someone’s gift? Though I didn’t quite understand the religion, I became part of it. When I was finally allowed to spend time away from my parents, I was introduced to a young colt who appeared at least a year my senior, but who was very insecure. He was named Thom, designated as my sitter, and tasked with the challenge of watching me. It seemed silly to me to send a child to do such a demanding job as this, and of course I challenged him to the best of my ability. To his credit, he was as persistent as I was, and with a surprisingly civil tongue. But I took my cue from my parents: he wasn’t to be on par with us. Mother, particularly, disliked him, revealing to me that he had been cursed with darkness, branded with its, color, and had killed his own mother. Repulsed and somewhat intrigued, it only fueled my instigations with him, which at times I thought would break him completely. He was stronger than expected. Between my doting parents and my caretaker Thom, I was given little freedom. Of course, I did what I could to get moments away from them. I found early on that, if I concentrated hard enough, I could draw about a trance like state with my parents that would get them to agree to nearly every whim I had. Naturally I abused this power, delighting in my own capabilities, until my mother noticed. She was always too keen to let me get away with anything. She scorned my abuse of my gifts, revealing to me my own childish fantasies that I was unbreakable, unstoppable. She told me I was like them all, susceptible to another’s whim, and so I tried to behave as she did, somewhat guarded yet willing to throw forth her own ideas if the time felt appropriate. While the few freedoms I was given, and the ones I secretly took, were splendid, I wasn’t permitted to socialize as other foals were. I heard talk of the youth in our herd being permitted to leave our lands, to mingle, to socialize with our own kind and others from neighboring herds. When Thom refused to let me mingle, to grace the commoners with my presence, I immediately brought my problem to my father’s attention. Like Thom, he dismissed the idea, insisting I would be safer amid the herd lands and with my own kind. I tried imploring my powers to aid my cause, but Father, passionate on this point, somehow evaded my attempts. Even mother was adamant about this, and when asked about it, she refused to clarify. I was mortified. All this time I had never once been denied anything I had set my sights on. If not one way, another typically opened up to allow me a chance to get things my way. This time, however, there really only appeared to be one option available to me. As regally as I had seen Father do so many times, I spoke out to my parents in front of the herd, telling them I would be leaving. I took my caretaker with me, as he had, during his time following me, become an unwelcome pet of mine, and left my family’s herd. In defiance, I decided to take things further than just mingling with others once I reached the outer edges of my family’s home. I traveled onward, past the other outlying territories and forward, determined to seek a new herd who would not deny me what I deserved.

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