When.Storms.Are.Violent

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They Wish To Call Me
Ladybird, but Bird will suffice
The Gods Have Created Me As A
Mare
I have Roamed The Earth For
6 long cycles
I Bleed Purely
The Great Gypsy Vanner
Regal Sight Upon Me Sees
Black Piebald
Raise My Banner
Snow White and Black as the Night sky
My Souls Are Colored
Deep Chocolate
My Highborn Gift May Show You
A horn spiraling from my crown in a brilliantly long, silver spear. A deep stab-wound to her rump can be seen if one looks hard enough.
How Big Are My Towers
Fifteen point two hands can scrape my sides
I Reign Over
Anno
Set Me In A Stereotype
Fearless Fighter
This Gorgeous femme has no fear, to start. She is well aware of her size and strength, and is ready to use them to her advantage. Her horn is often a spear, and with all that vengeful power behind it, nobody can stop this warrior.
Tough As Stone
She is cocky at times, but willing to hold her cool if need be. A stare that drips controlling and blood-thirst is a common mask for Ladybird, showing her will to destroy. As one sees, there is no soft-side to this mare. She's as difficult to claim as she is to reason with once an Idea comes in to her mind. Her Drive to Succeed is unparalleled, even by Gypsy Vanner standards. This equine would die so long as she died fighting. Her Hard-headedness is a trait that her herd calls her out on as often as they see a blade of tough grass. Only grudgingly, the femme can be kind. Mind you, she won't do so unless her honor deems it necessary.
Honor-bound
Ladybird has a strong sense of honor. She is not at all ready to give up and back down, even if she hasn't got a prayer for winning. This female is the toughest contender you may ever face, and she might never submit to you. Holding herself above all else, this female is more akin to a queen than a peasant and would be a cold corpse on the turf before her herdlands were given up to another.
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The Bards Sing The Song Of My Travels
Starting as a Fallen Child
Being born to the Beta in her herd gave Bird a sense of under-achievement. She felt as if she was bound to serve, and it killed her. The father of this foal was a vengeful spirit that regretted his failure to become the herd’s King, and pressed her from her first week to her first year to be great. He spoke to her as a master to a dog, always telling her what she did wrong. “I wanted a son, not a weak daughter.” He would say often enough to make her feel inadequate to her Sire’s standards. Striving to achieve greatness, the little steed worked from dawn until midnight to please her papa. As she feared, one day she hadn’t the strength to work, and sagged to the ground in exhaustion. Her father’s horn was a reward for her failure. He wounded her deeply in the rump, scarring her for the rest of her days.

One Proud Yearling
She grew up afraid, and at a year old she was tested. Her grade depended on skill to fight, and how badly she wanted to live. Her father was fed up with her, and himself. The test was simple: Kill her father, or be killed. She had more stamina than he, but the steeled male had more power behind his spear.
Her father’s eyes rolled like marbles in his skull. Thunder seemed to rise from his hooves as he pursued her. Bird ran for her life this day, and her throat seemed to be on fire. Her legs felt weak, her ragged breathing a harsh sound in the air. ‘I can’t run anymore. I’ve got nothing left.’ Her brain registered the thought. Spinning, she faced him. She knew now that she would die fighting. Surprised at her display, he stopped in a skidding manner. The devil looked upon her now with a grin that spit fire. He was done with her, he said, she was too weak for him. A harsh sound came from her maw as he charged that last time. Fear caused her to almost crouch, horn outstretched in front as if it could protect her. As he barreled ever-closer, she grew more and more terrified. She turned to run, and sliced the artery that his neck held life-giving blood beneath as he fell in a landslide of muscle and power….

Bright As a Future Can Be
Her father hadn’t left her without a drive to succeed. For the next three years the female strove to reach a goal that her father had wanted. She grew powerful, and left her old home in search of a place to call her own. It was when she came to Anno that Ladybird knew this place was her home. She would be Queen of it someday, and that someday had come soon enough for her liking.
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