CANDLES in the w i n d.

[(!ALLIETE?)]

Picture: Here and here.

Name: Anvera.

Gender: Femme, Female, Mare, or Fea. Whichever strikes your fancy.

Breed: Spanish Mustang xXx Mustang.

Age: Four years.

Color: Sandy Bay.

Height: 15 hands in height.

Eyes: Brown.

Mane/Tail: Black.

Markings: A blaze and four white socks.

Class: Light.


Personality:
You cannot describe Anvera in a word, or even a sentence. A
paragraph would get closer to describing her persona, but not
enough. Excuse me while I attempt at conjuring up a written
example of her personality.

Her life had been scarred by death and agony, but she always
tried to look for the light in each situation. At a young age, Anvera
never tried to be mean or intentionally rude to any specific
equine, although she tended to stray away from equine in
general. She was much happier alone where she could hear the
wind blow. Anvera had learned to keep her troubles to herself.
She created a mask of happiness, although loneliness was still a
common feeling for her. Growing older, she began to be more
social. She was finally letting out all of her feelings and
experiences, which made her feel good. Now she would be
categorized as quiet, but still a bit social. Gaining Anvera's trust
will be hard and long, but it is worth it. If she thinks of you as a
friend, you will have a friend for life and one that will defend you
through troubles. Respect is very important to her, and if she
thinks that any horse treats life and equine like rubbish she will
not speak to that horse. She will look down upon that
horse.


History:
Like stated above, Anvera's life had been tragic.
At the age of 10 months, her father died. Her mother was
completely taken by surprise, and she felt the need to fill the gap
left by her father. Her mother, Hallucination, was strict but she
was always kind. Hallucination was always silent though, always
pondering the death of her mate and what she could do better
while raising the foal that was hers. Hallucination didn't have
much time for listening to her daughter, which is why Anvera
strays away from equine today. At age 2, Anvera felt grown. She
felt that she could do anything, and she also felt that she knew
everything. It was in this time that she made her first friend, his
name was Kalliet. Anvera and Kalliet went everywhere together,
most of their days were spent exploring the grounds. One day,
after coming back from a trip of exploration, she found that her
mother became very ill. Hallucination could hardly stand or speak,
and Anvera knew that it was only a matter of time before she lost
her mother as well. Kalliet was still with her, though. He was
there through to the end, when Hallucination died. Anvera was
heartbroken, but Kalliet stood by her. Anvera looked up to Kalliet,
she had promised herself that she would be like him; a true
friend. When Anvera had run through 4 summers and winters,
Kalliet left the herd to go find his own. His apologies were many,
but Anvera didn't ever forgive him. She is very unforgiving, you
see? She had trusted him and then he left her, he was the only
thing she had left that actually made her happy..

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[Unbridled Freedom]

A P P R O V E D.

Yay! A light, finally.