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Name: Knockturn
Gender: Female
Breed: Clydesdale x ?
Age: 1
Color: Bay
Height: She'll stand at 17.1 hh
Eyes: Hazel
Mane/Tail: Black
Markings: A white bald face, and four white stalkings, a white splash on her stomach.
Class:: Light
Personality: There are many ways to describe Knockturn, a few pleasant, more than a few unpleasant. A popular one is that she's a free spirit, wandering where she wants to, regardless to the others she's befriended. She tends to do reckless things as well, and as in the past, causing herself to get into trouble, only to either talk her way out of it, or get her brother to save her ass. Her brother describes her as someone who lives like the world is ending tomorrow, and refuses to accept other wise because it would ruin her fun.

Despite that she's a reckless ball of energy that's always on the go, trying to push the limits on everything that she comes across, she does have her quite moments. Like when she's sleeping. Mainly when she's sleeping. Though other than that, the only other time she's going to be silenced is when she actually feels bad, emotionally or physically, though it can take a little while for most things to get through her head, she can pick up on emotions very easily, and often reacting accordingly to them. Surprising for one so young, really.

Despite this little attribute, she acts like a idiot sometimes, to get people to loosen up to her presence, though once you do, she worms her way past your defenses, and she latches onto you. her rude, cocky, bratty personality attracts her to you like a moth to a flame. You might have guess that due to her loud personality, she has a temper with a short fuse. Congrats! You get a prize! She does, that she does. Knockturn is a little fire ball that absolutely refuses to go out with just a little bucket of water being dumped on her. If you do piss her off, she won't attack you with her hooves or teeth, hopefully, but she most definitely will tell you things that tend to pierce armor rather skillfully, something that seems to be a inherited trait within her family.

Some ask her brother why she's like the way she is, happily oblivious, and he just smiles and says that it is just her. Honestly, Knockturn dwells in the present, because looking back is too confusing and painful to deal with right now. She does miss her mother, and feels her lack of presence acutely at night, where a larger, feminine body pressed against her side is replaced by her brother's. It's dark and night, and no one can protect you from dreams, and she's only so brave in those dreams.
What has happened: Knockturn was born exactly one year ago on the eighth day of summer to her mother, and to her older brother. It was quite a nice day, all things considered and all. Her mother's herd had just been disbanded, her father was presumed dead, at least that's what her brother told her, so they were homeless, the herds that surrounded their old home were those that would see them dead at their feet. There fore, it was a small blessing that nothing went wrong with the day she was born. Her mother was a giant compared to her at the time, and her brother was only slightly smaller than their mother. Her brother was mainly white, not really looking like either of them, resembling their sire with his white body and dark patches. They told her she resembled her grandfather more closely. Knockturn didn't, and still doesn't quite understand why this is a bad thing.

A few days after her birth, she was forced to flee their hiding space in a abandoned land with her brother and mother. It wasn't other equines that made them run, it was a fire so huge and bad that it destroyed everything it came across. After that, it was just a matter of finding food and water and avoiding predators. Her brother was a asset to her mother, at three years old, he already stood at 17.2 hands. He loved his little sister the most, and Knockturn often found herself playing with him and spending time with him. Her mother wasn't quite right after they were forced to flee her home, taking her children with her. She often kept away from them, mumbling under her breath, looking at nothing. Knockturn was almost five months old when her brother stole her away.

She didn't understand what was going on when he had woken her up in the middle of the night, his voice urgent but low, urging her to stand and get going, keeping his body between her and her mother. As she had stumbled to her feet, dazed and sleepy, she noticed her mother was missing. The massive black body that had once been there, keeping her warm and safe at night was no longer there. Her hazel eyes had widened and she had turned to ask, when Preacher had ordered her to start walking. It was like that for a while. Urged on by him when she grew weary of walking.

After a month or two, the frantic dash to where ever they were going, was over. Knockturn and her brother were happy, at least, to sleep where they wanted, eat what they wanted, and play as she wanted. She had no way of knowing that the horses that they had been surrounded by, though they had been unseen, where what most called darks, willing to kill him and possibly her, if they did not take her as a prisoner, forcing her to their alliances. Even though he saved her, he still protects her from those they come across, much to her annoyance, though with the chance to meet new horses has drawn her away from her brother before, it will probably do it again.

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