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She Was Branded;
Fubuki

She Has Trekked For;
Five Years

See What She Is Like;
She is quite the lone mare... a distant one, whatnot. She is also quite quiet and calm, knowing how to accept consequences and deal with the world's obstacles. She chooses her words and timing the best she can, though she knows when she cannot act. Sometimes being considered cold-hearted or heartless, she sometimes avoids others. She may be even-minded, but sometimes others see her as cruel, thinking that she turns down things she should turn up. To some, however, she is understanding and helpful. She knows how to ignore to an extent, and she knows how to be honest. She dislikes lying and liars, along with boasting and boasters. She also dislikes cowards and those who claim they are better than everyone when they truly are not.

She dislikes crowds, and she sometimes avoids socializing. She usually would rather be grieving along than smiling in front of every horse in an area. She usually hides her true emotions and puts on masking emotions, even though it is usually painful. She would rather allow only herself to deal with her own problems than having several others ask her what is the matter. Even though she seems unsociable and too quiet, she is usually selfless, making others' problems her own if she desires to do so.

Her soft side is extremely rare. When it is revealed, she seems more sociable and slightly more cheerful. She would talk slightly more, and she would show a fraction of her true emotions. If her soft side was to reveal to a stallion, it would likely mean she thinks that the certain stallion stands out from everyone and everything else. Meaning, she would be in love with him. Though, she wouldn't realize it immediately, since she has never been involved in love at all. She would be softer, and perhaps even open up to the stallion.

Let Your Gaze Scan Her;
A pure snow white torso makes up the middle of her figure and form. A slightly thick mane and slightly long tail of a light silver, close to the color of her torso but with a hint of silver, dance in the breeze as she moves around from one spot to another. Nearly clear orbs scan her surroundings in the light, while it appears that a nearly black gaze scans her surroundings in the shadows. Black hooves make contact with the ground as she shifts or stands on the surface of the earth.

Faint muscles are scattered upon her limbs, but not enough to make her appear a stallion. A faint yet almost large scar rested upon her body; it is located upon her right shoulder and stretches to halfway to the middle of her back. It appears like claw marks of a predator, and, in truth, the scar was actually caused by a predator.

Neutral Is The Side She Chose;
She never chose a side, deciding that she would rather be neutral. Since her parents died the first day of her life, she survived alone. The only other horse that would look after her for about half a day every two or three days was a mare named Shigo. She was a kind and motherly mare, but Fubuki barely showed emotion to Shigo. The pain of seeing her parents' lifeless corpses before her, the pain of seeing her past companions forget her existence, and the pain of seeing the one she loved without realizing running away and then disappearing seemed to have sealed up her soul and secretly shattered it. She felt so alone, and therefore decided emotion was a weakness. Due to that, she decided that the life of the Light side was too bright for her to fit in and that the Dark side was too dim for her to enjoy life. She decided that a life of sorrow and joy mixed together was the way that she would live life.

Role-player's Name;
Erm... Call me Snoweh, or just Fubuki.

Move On, But Never Forget;
Being born on a chilly winter night to face death in a moment, Fubuki was forced to be tough the moment she was born. She was born when a band of starved wolves were roaming the area, searching for any prey. Unfortunately, they ran into Fubuki and her mother while her father was away. Her mother managed to get her into an escape spot, and her mother began to try her best to fend off the wolves. It wasn't long after that her father arrived. In a few moments, Fubuki was petrified. She clumsily got to her hooves, and her mother had to chase her off for her to run and escape. She soon came back, only to find a gory scene of her parents' corpses on the floor, most of their flesh stripped from their figures. From that day on, she blamed herself for her parents' deaths. It shattered her heart, and it began to eat its way to her soul.

A couple of days after, A mare named Shigo ran into her. She was a lone horse, and she decided to take care of Fubuki. They never actually socialized, though she introduced Fubuki to a few new companions. A stallion and two mares, and they were good companions. Well, at first they were, until a year and a half passed. They began to turn on her, one by one, painfully. Fubuki ran into a wolf, likely from the starved band of wolves she had encountered the day of her birth, and it nearly killed her. Hana, one of the mares she had befriended, was the only one around to help her. She cried for Hana's help, but Hana turned her back on her. "I'm not risking my life on you." Those words created a large crack on Fubuki's soul. The one that came to her rescue was Haruka, the stallion she had befriended. From that day on, Hana didn't seem to realize that Fubuki existed anymore.

In about a month and a half, Sora, the other mare she had befriended, showed her true colors. "Heh, why don't you run away, weakling? I never liked you. It was all an act!" Those words and Sora's cackle forced Fubuki to spend more time alone, breaking on the inside. Haruka told Shigo, and they both tried to comfort her. It took her shorter than before to recover, and she began to become even more sealed up. From that day on, like Hana, Sora seemed to ignore or forget the fact that Fubuki was still existing.

Little did Fubuki and Haruka know, they were growing feelings for each other. Neither of them knew what love was, nor what those emotions were. They never did find out either, but they did feel pain, even though they didn't know what it was about. One day, about a couple of years after her betrayal of Sora, Haruka and Fubuki were alone on a hill hidden in a forest. A storm was beginning to brew, and Haruka's black coat seemed to try to reach for Fubuki's as the wind sang the song before the storm. They were actually smiling, quite rare for both of them. They seemed to be happy to be around each other, and they both thought the afterlife knows why. In a short moment, though, a few wolves erupted from the bushes. About four, and they charged at Haruka and Fubuki. Haruka tried to fight the wolves off, and the visions of her mother fending off wolves on her day of birth surged through her mind. A cry left her, and a wolf managed to land a large, excruciating slash upon her shoulder and back. Haruka became enraged and concerned, and he managed to kick the wolf away. "Run! Run, or I'll have to take a risk!" Fubuki refused, and she was soon slammed against a tree by Haruka. He now seemed to be twice her size, instead of only a few inches larger. She felt that she should have obeyed, but she refused. Haruka turned away from her, and then dashed off with the wolves hot on his heels.

Fubuki collapsed onto the ground soon after, and, if horses could cry, she would likely feel tears trickling down her face. The rain then began to pour down, seeming to want to hind her tears. From that day on, she never saw Haruka again. Neither had the small band of horses, and she soon decided to head off on her own.

Her soul was completely shattered, but she continued on. She felt as if she needed to survive, for her parents, even if it pained her to the point of her limits. She ignored the pain that others and memories gave her, and she began to use her past to avoid further destruction of herself.