Boodica // Mare // War Mare

[boodica]

Character Name: Boodica
Pronounced: Boo De kah
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Rank: War mare
Other Characters: none as of yet, only my precious Boo.

Appearance:
Covering her carcass is light ashen parchment, dappled with steel grey speckles along her shoulders and across the rounded part of her rump. Around Boodica’s muzzle the soft flesh turns to a dark grey tint making her ivories flash pearl color. The dark steel grey shows once again at the base of her legs and drifting downwards onto her hooves, keeping them with the same color scheme. Dark sable dreads drape across her curved nape as well as protrude from the base of her spine at her rear. Thick and slightly curled laying shiny against her twice speckled canvass. Deep dark chocolate pools hold the small spark of fiery spunk and attitude. Though not the most intelligent equine to walk the earth, she still has enough brains to see her through the battles that have pasted as well as the ones that have yet to come. Haunted is a word that rings to mind when describing her dark visionaries, many things they have seen.

Across Boodica’s well stretched pelt are the scars that show over most of her body that wasn’t covered by her riders armor. Ranging from small to rather large scars, they spread like a blanket on her form. Not over every inch but enough to be visible, many however are only visible to her. Many have faded away like most scars do, leaving only their prints upon Boodica’s memory and battled soul. Upon her left side is a large jagged cut that has yet to heal fully, it’s pink scar tissue is a blemish upon her pale hide. A rather nasty fall from a small embankment after the first winter storm covered the mountain side in a layer of ice.

Beneath her ghostly covering are layers of well formed muscles. Standing at a mere 16.2 hands and weighing in at 1300 pounds, neither is overly large for a war horse. Boodica’s flesh is well muscled yet with the bulk that covers her and provides her with strength to fight, it costs her as well. Speed as well as agility are both hard for her to handle, being able to run small distances only to find herself quickly out of breath. Agility is almost unattainable for her due to her muscled size, turning in small radius or spinning quickly is undoable. The mare would only find herself upon her side or with torn muscles in her knees or painfully grinding joints.

Personality: As previously mentioned Boodica isn’t one of excellent smarts she gets confused quite easily. Given a few moments she is usually able to figure it out and come up with a clever solution. Bred to think and react not just react without thought, that would be a good way to find ones self dead. Trained to keep her rider as much as herself safe and as her riders largest defense mechanism she had to be able to think rather quickly.
Haunted by the last days of the war, Boodica spends a great deal of time alone battling her memories. The sights and the sounds of the past, catching her at times when she is unable to fight it. Standing like a ghost caught in a silent prison...drepression threatening to swallow her whole.
This jezebel is quick to anger and extrememly slow to rationalize that she needs to calm down. Firey spirt that is sometimes one of her major downfalls. Seeing red no matter who the oponant, stallion or mare alike. Bred to battle till death, perhaps it was a poor combination to throw that characteristic into a female form.

Born it seemed without emotions…pain, fear, love, pride, or sorrow. None overly effect her outward appearance. So to tell you how they do, we shall begin. As with all living creatures pain cuts deeply…it’s all in how you handle the searing feeling weather it be physical or mental. Being bred for war armed her with the advantage of being taught early on to deal with it without causing a scene. Your enemy looks for the pain written on your façade and reacts upon it.
The fear factor can only bother someone who is afraid to die, Boodica isn’t. Living day in and day out watching familiar faces vanish into the bloody human hills that pile up on the battle field causes one to find death just another part of living. And who is she to argue with how life plays out, so fear is another no go.
Love…oh love. That one is the only one that effect her even if only in the smallest measure. Her rider and trainer, a simple everyday soldier stirred the only feeling of love that Boodica has ever known…and to call it love is because there isn’t another word that describes it. Companionship; perhaps. To this day she moarns the loss of her rider, so much sometimes that she becomes withdrawn from all that is around her...even herself as it seems. At the age of 2 when her first and only foal lay before her, there was no love in her heart. Only the aggravation of birthing something so weak and scrawny…so the filly was taken from her mother before Boodica could rid herself of the small pest. The adiction to kill everything smaller and weaker ripped away the mare's chances or birthing another foal. So feeling that she is unable to love is most likely most of the vix’s problem, unwilling to open up to this emotion because it causes weakness.
No war horse alive could confess to having no pride, born with it pulsing through their veins‘. Being able to over come what the surviving war horses have proudly overcome has earned them the right to be…well proud. Belonging to that group of equine has given Boodica the hard earned right to feel pride as well as show it. There is no greater pride than to know that not many of the equine family has been able to handle the strange breeding and hardships that they have had to endure.

The pleasures of sex…unless raped most enjoy this form of closeness. Understanding that at no other time are two horses able to get closer to one another than when their bodies join to create life. Or when it’s enjoyed for the simple pleasure a stallion gets from using a helpless mare as a toy. Boodica had been only bred once and like every other mare alive that has been bred instead of raped…she found it pleasurable.

The only thing about her personality that is overly empowering besides her pride is her confidence. Boodica knows from the ashen tip of her muzzle to the sable hooves that carry her, she is quite beautiful. Her confidence doesn’t make her an airheaded fool, after all not everyone find the same things desirable in the opposite sex.

Rp Sample:
*The scream of the warriors and equine alike rang off the surrounding mountains as they fell, their blood soaking the lands creating rivers of crimson fluids that molded the battle fields. Like a living hell for any that came across the war torn lands though much more so for the ones that lived day in and day out within it’s confines. Standing near a large mound of soldiers that had fallen in the days and weeks before, soldier and his ashen steed. Head held high ever listening and watching for the pouring forth of the on coming enemy. Emitting a soft snort as her rider’s weight shifted and left her aching back. Boodica turned her cranium slowly to look back at him as he walked away from her leaving her standing alone. Smoke shifting with the slow moving winds causing her visionaries to blur and water, but with a quick shake of her dome her vision corrected. In time the blood stained armor of her rider appeared only long enough to remove Boodica’s armor and riding gear. Disposing of them in a heap, patting her neck gently, and once again disappearing into the blinding smoke.*

As the sun broke across the eastern sky, bright oranges and crimsons bled across the horizon. Birthing a new day across the vast lands of Cappadocia. Spring had just begun a week or so back, the cold night vapors rolled away leaving only their fingerprints upon the green stalks and delicate yellow faces of flowers that flooded Harlen. Once where the battle had raged was now a deep sea of fire as the dew reflected the bright morning sun. Wading through the bright sun kissed faces sable tipped pillars barely visible as the jezebel wandered across the lands of her memories. Pausing slowly to take in a deep lung full of the clean cold air before movement once again pushed her onward.

Boodica’s well muscled anatomy shifted somewhat ungracefully as she pushed on, finding little purpose for herself now that the war was long gone and other equines held no interest to her. Her breeding after all was for use with her rider not like the native equine who sought out other equine’s company. Dark chocolate visionaries shifted slowly across the spanning lands, seeking out the scent of water with a quick intake of breath. Catching it’s gentle flavored scent as the vix turned her crania towards the oncoming breeze. Dancing back a few paces before slinging her thick dial around, movement catching up before the sun slid higher into the heavens. Glancing around quickly at the sound of the grasses shifting around the mass of another animal. Lobes pinned to her inky plat as a loud snort rang from the femora's nares. As quickly as it had appeared the small deer like creature turned tail and retreated from Boodica's presence. Finally alone once more, the temptress continued on to quinch her thirst.

Other: - Used as a war horse in the war
- Foaled a single foal which was taken from her moments after birth
- Unknown ancestors

[`` OWNER]

Pending.

Her personality flaws are a bit weak to me. Please point them out in your personality by BOLDING them.

Other than that it's great :]

[boodica]

~ooc~ Okies I bolded everything negative about it and also added a few things negative here and there. Got a little muse running ramped.

[`` OWNER]

Accepted.