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Name: ÓêéÜ (Eh-key-a) Ekia
Gender: Fae
Age: 2
Breed: Pure Arabian
Height: (will be) 15.0
Herd: N/A

Appearance: At first glance, she looks the same as any other Arabian, even a bit bland. Yet, if you really look at her, you will find she is far from plain. Your pools will begin to discover she is beautiful. ÓêéÜ shares the same hue as the shadows, a dark gray coat with long matching tresses. Her eyes can tend to be startling to some, for unlike most equines who sport soft chocolate pools, ÓêéÜ has large black eyes. They seem to have no beginning or end, and sometimes seem to see right through you.

ÓêéÜ does not flaunt her strength, though you can not see bulging muscles, they ripple calmly beneath her shadowed exterior. Her legs are short and thin, though that does not make her slower then any other. Most equines tend to underestimate her due to her appearance, since she looks like a young foal. Her teeth are sharp and ready for use, as are her tiny lethal hooves.

Photo: In the making =]

Personality: To sum her up is quite a task, for to really understand her, you must meet her yourself. She is quite the character, very defiant and bossy. Dare not tell her what to do, or you may find yourself missing an ear. Her temper is dangerous if she is ticked, having no hesitation for murder. She seems to have no fear of anything, especially authority, if anything, it pisses her off. She craves to someday have no one able to touch her, no one to boss her. She wishes complete domination over everything and one who defies her.

Though she is yet a foal, ÓêéÜ has had to grow up fast. She is far more mature then some grown mares, and takes life as a challenge. She fights everything she can, whether is be a bush in her way, or a grown stallion beckoning her. She has no sense of right or wrong. ÓêéÜ uses her gentle body to her advantage, allowing others to underestimate her, if not just to beat them in the end. She lures in stallions with her sweet appearing frame, and plays the helpless mare well. Though most usually give her, her space after falling into her pitiless pools.

Miraculously ÓêéÜ is not all bad. If you manage to somehow ally yourself with her, she will be “kind” and loyal to you for as long as she can. Though if she doubts your trust, there will be hell to pay. It is a gamble to befriend her, for it may help you in the future, or be your end. Trusting her completely may be a mistake, for she can be quite cunning. Bloody hooves and teeth do not bother her, so beware.

History: A small village on the outskirts of the desert served as her birth place. A two stall stable was her first home, with just her dam and a strange beast for company. Unlike many foals, she was born in the winter, since her mother was domesticated breeding seasons were off. Her dam was quick witted, and constantly cheery, trying her best to please her owners, though they were not very kind. Before she was finished milk, her mother disappeared. The beast explained that I would never again see her cheerful face, and soon took over some kind of mother ship roles.

Her name was Keehar. She was much larger then Ekia’s dam, and had a strange hilly back. She was the colour of sand, and shaggy, but she took care of her. Though her milk was thick, she made due, choking it back to survive. Keehar, though kind, was stiff and boring. Ekia was always yearning for something that was unknown to her, which often drove her to be rambunctious and wild. Her owners tried pointlessly to calm her down, but eventually gave up and left her alone. They let Ekia and Keehar spend their days and nights alone in the small pasture, which was just big enough for her to do small laps around.

Just before she was young, a man came to see Keehar. Keehar said the man had been here before, and usually came when someone was sick. Keehar cooperated with the man, which was unusual, since she was usually stubborn and finicky with people. From across the small pasture Ekia watched as Keehar was forced to lay down, the man did something, and Keehar never got up again.

Ekia was alone for the next moon, even more reckless then before. Although she was only one, her owners could do nothing with her. She was positive they meant to kill her, and quickly became violent. One day, when they opened the gate, she fled.

The desert was harsh, and Ekia though good at fending for herself, could not contend with the barren conditions. After days and nights of wandering alone, she finally lay down in an oasis and gave in to the heat. She gave in to the loss and suffering and hunger. Dark.

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If someone had told me such darkness had existed in the world, I would not have believed them. Not until now. I could feel my body quivering from pain and exhaustion, though it no longer bothered me. The pain was dull and lifeless, as if it was just a memory. Yet everything was still so real. I could not hear anything, nor see anything. I could not be dead, that would be much too easy.

Days, moons? Time had been lost when I first fell. When my legs crumpled and the sharp sand bit into my knees. When my maw was forced into the ground and my breath escaped. I made a feeble attempt to open my eyes, it seemed I could not remember to tell what was open or close. They both looked the same, dark, empty.

Was that a heart beat? I did not know whether to feel joy or desperation, so instead nothing came. No feelings, the thought was gone as soon as it had come, I had no thoughts. I had no feelings. I was nothing. I was no where. A voice? No a thought, where did it go? Gone.

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“Up. We’re moving.”

I stood as quick as my tired legs could manage, but not quick enough. Pain seared through my withers as a flesh ripping snap was delt. I would like to say a nice stallion found me that day and raised me back to perfect help. A nice stallion allowed me to travel with his prospering herd and a kind mare brought me in. It was not so.

While in my venerable state, Predator found me. Now, this was not a hyena or snake. This was a very large, mean stallion. His name was Predator, and for a good cause. He traveled the desert ruthlessly, finding unwanted mares and foals to take. The herd was cruel and lifeless, following Predator as if they had no other choice, which was just what he wanted. He found broken horses because they would not revolt, he forced them to do everything. Including breed. Often.

My legs moved mechanically, falling into the dreary walk pattern. I could sense hyena’s on the outs of our herd, waiting for someone to drop. Since we were all weak, many of us would fall and die, without Predator caring, or sometimes knowing. There was no shelter, food, water. I was anxious for my death, thinking it must be soon, I have avoided it for too long.

“Fast.”

He used short commands of which we obeyed systematically, and if we lagged he would drop back and brutally force us forward. The only reason I was still here, was because I had no where else to go. He provided protection while I regained my strength. Though I was young, I knew this was not where I wanted to be. My dam had often told me wonderful stories of the perfect stallion finding the perfect mare. I did not want to be with Predator. My mind constantly worked to come up with a plan to leave him.

I had not seen him drop back beside me, but I soon felt his hard chest ram into the side of me. I collapsed onto the hard sand and felt the breath leave my lungs. He ordered me to get up and move, or he’d really give me a wound to lag behind with. I moved.

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I was finally surrounded in exhausted snores. Sleeping like this was a rare treat, being able to lay down in the shelter of a very small oasis was even more wonderful. The old mares were not as happy, and told us to sleep while we could. All the new equines were high spirited. The first one left just after we had fallen asleep, though I was still awake. She drove her through past some cacti, and followed. When she returned later, maw to the ground, she would meet no ones gaze. One by one, the older mares were driven off past the cacti.
That was not our first night there, we stayed the next as well, and the same business went on. I did not quite understand, and no one would explain. It was naught something fillies like I should know. When my young friend got pulled away, I became worried. She was not yet three, and looked terrified. I followed, slinking into the shadows with ease. My body became lithe and for once my skinny frame helped to be agile. My hooves did not clop over the sand, instead the glided with an easy motion. I simply ignored the strange adaptation my frame had taken on, and poked my dial through the cacti.

He had her up against a thick clump or prickles, and was speaking lowly to her. Her eyes were ringed with white and she shook her dial over and over. He struck out at her fiercely with teeth that fastened around her ears. With my eyes closed I could still hear a ripping snapping sound. My body shook slightly, and I will myself to open my lids. She was turned around now, so she faced the cacti. Blood was running from her ear swiftly. It was now I realized with horror the whole circle was stained with red sand. I left as he mounted, moving back silently to the sleep herd. I did not rest that night, and my friend never returned.

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Tonight we have come to rest at the top of a mighty sand dune. I dislike being in view, as do many mares, yet Predator only claims it is so he may see others as they sneak upon him. It is true we have had more following hyena’s of the late. Yet, this is no place to sleep. Though in moments, almost all have drowsed off, fatigue causing us to forget our place.

I was woken with the moon still high in the sky, glancing around in wonderment at what had disturbed my sleep. I could not see Predator, and none of the others were awake. Struggling noiselessly to my hooves, I walked around the sleeping herd, eyes and ears open for sound of the stallion. On the neighboring dune, I could see him chasing off a small group of hyena’s. I watched his silhouette for a moment. Instead of looking handsome or proud, he looked sharp. His legs coming down like daggers and his head snaking like a cobra.

My deciding moment was there, watching him prance and looking so vile. The hyena’s out of sight, he turned and began to gallop back. As if in a trance, I watched him approach. My trance switched to dream form when he slid to a stop. He appeared to be looking at me, though it was hard to tell him being so far away. For a moment, we just stared at each other, then I saw the hyena’s come over the rise behind him. I did not move, and watched them sneak. Joy filled me for a moment, perhaps this was the end. He turned to fight at the same moment I turned to flee.

I ran until I feared for my legs, for surly they would snap.

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I traveled through two herds after that. A small one, with only three mares and myself. They could not fight, and said they were recently released to the desert. They had not eaten in days or found any water. They were close to death, so I stayed with them until then. On my own again, I soon found another.

This one held Keehar’s own, who with a thick strange accent, claimed to know of her. One of the older ones claimed to be her mother, and when I told her story, took me in as if I was her own. Though I had sympathy and company, I did not care to be part of their herd for long. Only until I gained my strength did I continue on, still yearning for some unknown force.

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I stopped, my thoughts of the past tumbling away like a small sand wind. Equine scent tainted the breeze. It had long ago infected the sand, and littered it with many hoof prints. The oasis ahead was cropped to a comfortable size and the tiny creek ringed with muddy prints. I was awe struck at the estrangement of these lands, at the way they seemed to be alive. As if they were exhaling as I walked forward deeper into them. My dial raised, scanning my surroundings for someone who must be watching me. I had a strange impulsion to look up. The never cloudy sky had three today, fluffy and racing by. I squinted, surly the heat was making them look like stallions?