Profile
Name: Sabbath
Breed: Akhal Teke x Trakhener
Age: 9
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Dappled Sooty Liver Chestnut
Mane and Tail color: Chestnut red to a deep dark brown ombre
Eye Color: Dark Red
Markings: Irregular Badger face, half sock on front left, sock on back left, white fetlock on back left. Several scars littered over her.
Hooves: Front left striped, back right white, others are slate
Height: 16.2hh
Mental/Physical Conditions: None
Personality: Spitfire would be a perfect word to describe Sabbath - hot headed with a barbed tongue, Sabbath loves nothing more than prodding the bear. Especially if the bear is likely to fight back just as hard! She's cunning, dangerous and quick witted, not afraid to pull anyone apart with her words before her teeth come into play. Sabbath can be flirtatious, she much prefers the company of stallions and finds mares to be overly dramatic and usually trying to be something they are not capable of. Sabbath can be brutally honest, deception only being required if truly necessary - usually the truth hits much harder. She enjoys finding the weaknesses of others and using that to her advantage. Sabbath can be loyal, if provided the right incentives but usually prefers to be alone. Love to her is weakness, but that hasnt stopped her falling in the past, regardless of the promise she made to never succumb to her emotions. She's fierce, driven and cutthroat, both the perfect ally and adversary. [168]
History:
Born as part of an intense programme within a distant herd, Sabbath was made for war. She was made to be beautiful and dangerous, a double agent. A snake. The herd did not hide her reason for being and regularly exposed her to the training she would soon have to endure. And endure she would. From six months of age, Sabbath had to learn to defend herself, to block unexpected attacks from both her family and the other youngsters in the training programme. She was taught to never let her guard down, never show weakness, never take her mind and eyes off the target. Daily, she would be ambushed, sometimes in jest, other times not, quickly learning to defend herself against beings her own size and sometimes bigger.
Soon, Sabbath learned that to be the first to make the move, to land the first hit. As her strength grew, so did her ability to sieze opportunities. It would be her at the forefront of attacks, almost bullying the smaller equines - but it meant she was on top, it meant the respect for her grew. Once two years of age, Sabbath began engaging in planned brawls with other members of the herd. Similar to gladiator tournaments, Sabbath fought until she won or she could fight no longer. The more she fought, the more she got a taste for it, for violence. Years dripped by and she truly grew into herself - a fighter with the looks to boot she had many a stallion readily throwing himself at her feet. Only for Sabbath to step over them, disinterested in their mere existence.
As part of a raiding party, Sabbath left the safety of the valley one dark night, not knowing it would be the last time she would see it. The party were aiming to strike a nearby territory, the two factions regularly warring. However, Sabbath hoped that night would have been the night they ended any further warring, that their party would overpower their enemies and reap the rewards from the lands. And it was, until they were met with a larger group of equines than they had anticipated. The fray was brutal and bloody, Sabbath being chased out by a band of stallions into territories unknown, never to return home.
