Merla.....

Name: Merla

Breed: Pegasus

Gender: Mare

Age: 4

Height: 16.3

Alliance: Dark

Eye Color: Deep violet

Coat Color: black. but when the light shines on it just right, it shows faint tinges of scarlet,blue and violet, like a raven's wing.

Mane Color: Black

Tail Color: Black

Hoof Color: Black

Wing Color: just like the coat except glossier

Markings: deep (so dark you can barely see them) red stripes twining around her front legs. and a dark gray cresent moon on her forehead

Scars: many claw,bite,and hoof marks on her neck,back and stomach area. although they are faded from months of travelling.

Personality: a malicious fighter, she is even said to be sadistic at times of great anger. hard to get close to. but, if you are patient, understanding, trustworthy, and loyal she will consider being your friend. she believes that first expressions are extremely important and if you blow yours by being a jerk then forget it. she has an underlying hate for all stallions (whom she blames for the death of her loved ones). and she has a surprising love and affection for all foals and has been known to defend them no matter what the circumstances. she has even fought with horses of other alliances just to save one foal that she didnt even know.

History: she was born a light foal, and was extremely happy living the life of one. but two years after her birth all of that changed....

it was a hot night. her herd was grazing peacefully in a glade that lay in the heart of their territory. merla was in a nearby grove of trees trying to sleep. but then, a thunderous noise interrupted the silence. it sounded like a million hailstones pounding the earth with tremendous force. and suddenly, crashing into the meadow, came at least a dozen charcoal colored stallions. teeth bared, and foaming at the mouth, the rogue herd of horses tore throught the clearing at breakneck speed, heading for her family. every instinct was screaming at her to run. but she couldnt, her limbs felt like lead. the only reason the stallions didnt see her was because she was so dark colored that, in the shadows , she was invisible. so she watched helplessly as her loved ones were torn apart, their bloodcurdling screams coloring the night red. she wished to look away from the horrific scene that was playing out infront of her, but it was impossible. it took the stallions a long time, but when they galloped off, merla still couldnt move. it wasnt fear for her life that held her still this time, it was the shock of what had just happened. after awhile, she recovered enough to take on the gruesome task of looking for survivors. as she walked among the bodies the whole attack replayed in her head over and over. but when she came to her parents forms, strewn haphazardly about the ground, it was too much. she lost it. screaming in terror, she galloped at full speed into the forest where she lived for some months. eventually, the shock turned to sadness and the sadness into anger and finally, the anger into malice and hatred for those around her. she ran to the dark realms where she learned to fight with great skill. and now she is crossing the land, searching for the herd of black stallions who had killed her family. she is filled with such hate that she picks a fight with anything that crosses her path. she doesnt currently have a herd because she knows that it will be impossible for her to fit in with any other horses until she finds and kills those stallions so she can end her bloodthirsty rampage.

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i couldnt find one that looked like the Merla that is living in my thoughts. so i think you need to use your imagination