Marionettes

[MissRei]

[atrb=width,200,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=bfd3ba] {Name:} Kuda {Gender:} Stud {Breed:} Shire {Age:} Seven {Color:} Painted Auburn and Crystal {Height:} 17hh {Eye Color:} Ice {Sire:} Samson {Dame:} Jezabell {Siblings:} -- {Temperament:} Even though Kudas' father was irrational and cruel, Kuda took on the temperament of his mother. He grew to be kind and compassionate, head strong and cunning. The one thing he did learn from his father was how to protect his loved ones. He places much of his strength into his protective instincts. His heart radiates warmth and justice. His temperamental downfall consist of caring to much. He would give his life for his enemy. {History:} Kuda was raised in the time of humans, his herd was wild and flew across the western plains. His father Samson, the herd Leader was ruthless and insisted on perfection from everyone. Kudas' father despised all foals and that didn't change for Kuda. It actually made it worse, Samson would constantly pick at Kuda, kick him when he was down and badger him constantly.

[/color][/font]
[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[MissRei]

[atrb=width,427,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=342826] { Harlot } { Andalusian } { Five and a Half } { Speckled grey } { Desolate Ebony } { 16.2hh } The young harlot was born into a rather large herd that was like any other. It had it's happy times and sometimes a few quarrels. She was the youngest of the leads heirs and one of the favorites, this didn't mean that she would be destined for the lead though. It meant quite the opposite. Espera was her fathers favorite because of her unfiltered tongue and innocent mind, but this made her sometimes vulnerable since her words could cause arguments. Esperas brother Dante was going to be the head when the time came, the two were extremely close, but they were twins, one of of the few that had actually survived together in the womb. Their other half siblings were not as favorable by their fathers standards, they acted out on this and would constantly go after Espera, knowing she would usually never hurt a fly. As time went on things began to change. A sickness fell upon the surrounding land. Others only began noticing when the insects were dropping rather quickly and out of no where. It was difficult to snatch up blades of green with out a large mouthful of rancid crawlers. The believe that is what started everything. The herd stopped eating, fearing further contamination. But there is a problem, you must eat. Many died from starvation, their fear of contamination running them into the ground. Then the signs changed, the horses couldn't take the hunger any longer and began feasting. They were now becoming rather deranged in their mind and running off the cliffs. Dante, Esperas brother was one of the first jumpers to go and then her father, her siblings and then finally her mother....the others were more lucky. They would simply fall down dead with foam exploding from their orphvasises. Espera had nothing now and had to move on from her once well loved home to better pastures. Had she left uncontaminated...?

[/color][/font]
[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[MissRei]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,50,true]

[bg=131619] It had been some time since Bullet had interacted with others, when she thought about it, she really had never interacted 'nicely' with other at all. This wasn't because she was rude or violent, it's just people on the outskirts primarily stayed to themselves and weren't always the most welcoming/polite individuals. Bullet wasn't sure how she would react in a situation were she had to actually communicate with others and work as a team, but she was ready. No matter what, she knew this was the right thing for her. Once she made her ways from the outskirts of the city, her mind had quickly been reminded why she lived on the outskirts. The city was depressing, dilapidation and ash choked the air that she had so hesitantly let fill her lungs. There were rusted cars with their paint slowly peeling away, like that of a healing wound. Her fingers gently brushed upon the body of the car, her thumb and index finger teasingly peeling at the chips of paint, rubbing the chip between her flesh. It disintegrated into a fine soot, leaving her fingertips a pale orangish color. Her nostrils flared, burning slightly picking up a faint hint of gasoline. Her good eyes' gaze cascaded over the heaps of ruble, her heart yearning even more for the outskirts, at least there was some sort of fresh air and some sort of greenery. She shook her head quickly pushing away the thought of going back. Loners didn't survive long and she promised herself that she would live longer than the rest. Her mind needed to be focused on the task at hand, joining a clan, a family that would take her in. She had made her way to the tunnels. There were rumors that would carry on the wind, echoes of ceilings collapsing and screams of those that had become trapped under the rubble. She could sometimes hear them at night, ear piercing and blood curdling sometimes. They would last for hours until a sudden halt, you then knew what had happened. Knowing the dangers Bullet still began descending the steps. Again her hands scoured the wall for some sort of aid, with her good eye it still made it difficult to keep balance. Her feet shuffled upon the steps, taking carful note of where one step began and one step ended. Her feet planted onto the floor finally, her fingers feeling the dampness in the stone that made up the tunnel. Her eye pierced the darkness, her hands still guiding her until she found where the Jabari called home. Her feet hesitated, but her arms moved forward causing a wave of movement that her body couldn't keep up with. She slipped to her left knee, skinning it slightly before standing upon her feet. She brushed herself off and cleared her throat, the noise piercing the silence and echoing through the cavern. If only she could find someone now to show her a way or maybe even welcome her, or even tell her to turn back and leave. Any sort of interaction was welcomed at this point.