Post by anouk on May 21, 2012 19:21:29 GMT -5
A N O U K
NAME. anouk
NICKNAME(S). anne
AGE. fourteen years
SPECIES. equie
BREED. andalusion
GENDER. female
HEIGHT. fifteen hands
WEIGHT. one thousand pounds
COAT. palomino
EYE COLOUR. brown
NOTABLE MARKINGS. various scars
PHYSICAL. Like most of her kind, Anouk is built for beauty. Her conformation verges on perfection with a short back, rounded rump and elegantly arched neck. Her muscles are toned and fine. Despite the fact that she is fourteen she is still very strong, showing no real signs that her age is causing any affect on her. Her tawny coat still shines with the radiance of youth. Her pelt is marred with the scars of a hundred battles, but on her they look like medals of honor.
Anouk has the habit of carrying herself like a queen, which isn't hard considering she was one. When she speaks, her voice exudes power and respect. She is mare to be heard and everyone knows it. When she moves, her head it held aloft; her ears always twisting, listening for any sound of danger. Orbs of deepest mahogany shine with a fire that even most foals do not yet know. Once those brilliant eyes touch your's, you are sure she can see straight into your soul. The wisdom and hardness the years has given her shine deep in those lanterns. Her footsteps and light and delicate. She had perfected the art of moving like a shadow through both forest and field. Ever since youth grace has blessed this mare, she knows how to move her body in the most elegant way possible.
FEARS.
- heartbreak
- failing at her duty
- dying without self-worth
VICES.
- greatly dislikes males of any race
- blunt
- inability to clearly express emotions
STRENGTHS.
- wisdom
- age
- ingenuity
PET PEEVES.
- males
- know it all’s
- bullies
- idiots
- those that chew with their mouth open
LIKES.
- the forest
- children
- females
- autumn
- kindness
PERSONALITY. Anouk is a royal, of that there is no doubt. She exudes regality. The air around her seeps with pride and nobility. When you look at her, you look at her with respect, for she is not the snotty queen. She is the mother of the earth, the matriarch of the land. When one lives as long as she they know how to live. She is the essence of wisdom and worldly knowledge. She is still alive because she has learned how to avoid danger and how to survive the hardest of time. And these things she is most willing to pass on to those of the younger generations. A kind being who loves only to help those around her she often takes young ones under her wing, helping them survive until they can do it on their own.
Given her past, this special kindness is shown only to those of the female gander. Anouk believes that males have the inept ability to take care of themselves, no matter what age they may be. She will question an male who comes to her, her distrust of them is extremely clear. She has even been known to attack males who do not get the idea, and given the amount of battle scars she possess it is easy to see she can hold her own. You rarely find Anouk in the midst of the sect life. She allows her sect to roam freely and only engrosses in their company when she feels the need. Most of the time she is out exploring her territory, keeping it safe and male free for her amazonian warriors.
Anouk is a very cautious mare. She does not run into the fight, instead she observes from the shadows before making the perfect move. She is extremely smart and very strategic. She knows how to win any fight, weather physical or verbal. Her wit can get the best of her sometimes, making her come off a bitch to others, but once she start talking to her it is easy to see is very intelligent and wise. Given her age Anouk is more calm and laid back. She takes life at a slower pace, saving her energy for rushing when the time is right. She has and acute awareness of the world around her and it can be seen in the way she always watching and listening
MOTHER. Mahalah, dead
FATHER. Numenor, dead
SIBLINGS. none
HISTORY. She was only a little over four when the sickness first hit the world. She had seen the humans die first hand. It was a horrible thing to observe. It always ended in blood. At the time, she had no idea what to think of it all. Man slowly disappeared. The domestics began to follow soon after, and not all of it was the sickness. With the humans gone many starved to death without their owners there to feed them. Anouk had seen many a friends go this away; locked in small stalls nothing to eat or drink, standing in their own muck for weeks on end before they finally sub-come to the pains in their bellies.
Anouk had been lucky though. Her and her family had been forgotten to the far pastures. Left to fend for themselves natural instincts came back and many animals prospered in this way. But soon it became clear that the only way to survive was to leave the human lands behind. Anouk's father was the first leader. He rallied all the free domestics, helping break down walls so that they may all have a chase at life. Anouk had no choice but to follow her family, but at least she could got to be with her mate. No many had that option. Most were forced to leave their loved ones behind.
Death was the only thing that seem to be left in the world. It was every where. It's stench hung in the air, making your stomach churn. It's colors stained the earth, tattoo itself upon your eyes so that even when you closed them it was all you could see. Anouk cried many nights over all the lives the sickness had taken. One day her father caught her weeping and asked her why she was doing it.
"Because they didn't deserve to die." she said though her tears.
"And what makes you think you deserve to live?" he replied.
It stunned Anouk. She stared at her father with wide eyes, silently begging him to smile and give her a reason to be happy. But he never did.
"Crying over them will not bring them back, child. You must live so that you can remember them."
She didn't cry anymore after that. She followed the group in silence, looking at the horizon ahead. One day her father said they would take a path across the ocean. Many did not like this idea, but in the end they all agreed and so the great crossing began. The rocks dug deep into her feet, the air was humid and salty and there was nothing to eat or drink. They walked all day and all night. Her father refused to let them stop until they made it to land. The old wolf mother was the first to die. The young filly followed soon after.
Then they saw it. A dark smug on the horizon. Land. Cries of excitement filled the air as they all rushed toward the haven. What the found was paradise. There was no more death, no more sickness, no more captivity. It was wonderful. Anouk spent her days exploring the land and relishing in her new life with her family and Sirius.
But it didn't last long. Sirius would go off on his own, sometimes for days at a time and he just didn't seem the same. Then she found out why. He had found someone else. He had taken another mate and who soon sire a foal by her, the foal she never got. Anouk could feel her heart breaking as real as if it was her body. She took to the forest, blinded by her hurt. She ran deep into the darkness, wanting to escape everything. A few of her friends had followed and so they lived been in the forest, away from the treachery of other.
Anouk was never the same after that, she was always a little more with drawn, but you could tell she enjoyed being alone in the forest more than she liked being around the others. And so for many years she lived this way. Her and her sect controlled the forest, fighting off any males that come across their path.
But tragedy stuck once more. Outsiders had found Toren and with them came the sickness. For the first time in a long time Anouk and her girls came out of the forest to see the dead. Anouk did not cry at the side of her father's bloody body, she simply accepted it and returned back to the privacy of the forest. Soon enough word came that the black flower could prevent the sickness, but Anouk and her ladies where protected from the sickness. No one dared venture in the Vessay forest. Anouk has spent the years since her fathers death caring for her sect and the animals left behind in the wake of the sickness.
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