magdalena

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magdalena's coat is a beautiful champagne color. perhaps a classic champagne or a gold/creme champagne. her mane and tail are a whimsical mixture of bright creme and warm chestnut colors. they aren't overly long, though they usually appear a bit tousled. her hooves are dark at the place they meet her legs but fade to a light color towards their points. mag's frame isn't made for brute force, but she is not dainty dandelion either. with a relatively small, but sturdy body of only 14.3 hh she can sometimes shrink next to other equines. her markings include four white stockings on each of her small, strong legs and a white patch that lies under her mane most times. it stretches down the length of her neck. and a very interesting white mask marking over her face, coming down as a bald face marking and extending across the side of her face, barely curling after her cheek.

trusting ► incredibly open to others, and the good that they have within them, magdalena is one who gives her trust easily to any she feels are worthy of it. though this has not always been good for her, and many have taken advantage of this personality trait of hers in the past, she still believes that there will always be someone to trust and depend on. this trust can be lost though, she's optimistic about other but she is not an idiot.
impulsive ► the moment an idea floats through her mind magdalena tends to wire it directly to her mouth with no filter process involved. sometimes she can be a bit careless about what she says because of this. that does not only go for blurting out what she is thinking all the time either. magdalena deeply enjoys doing things on a whim. if the thought crossed her mind that it was a fun or good idea, then why not try it out?
empathetic ► it doesn't take much to take a step back from a situation and envision yourself in their place, see how you would feel in whatever situation he or she might be in, so why are so few unable to empathize?! magdalena knows how hard it is to have someone do just that, step back and put themselves in her shoes, so she has made a point in her life to always try to understand why others are feeling the way they do.
gullible ►always falling for whatever others say, magdalena is known for her gullible nature. this most likely goes in hand with how trusting the is of others. since she doesn't have a complex that has her second guessing everything anyone ever says magdalena is instead cursed with believing nearly all she hears. because, who would really make up a story about a horse twenty hands high!?
brave ► despite her flaws and other positive traits magdalena is incredibly brave when need be. she is loyal to her friends and loved ones no matter what, and would face the world for them. magdalena has no problem galloping off into the dark to face whatever monster lurks there if it's for the ones she loves.
nosy ►so. heard you and whatshisname are having some problems. tell magdalena alllllll about it! this girl loves to dig around in others business and throw her two cents in to try and help. though she is usually just annoying whomever it is that she is trying to suck information out of. but if one thing is for sure, it's that magdalena knows a lot of secrets.
kindhearted ► at her most basic, magdalena is an incredibly good-natured, sweet girl. she thrives on the friends she makes and is always looking for that new stranger to meet and learn about.
self esteem ► almost self-conscious in a sense, magdalena is never quite pleased with herself. that doesn't mean that all she ever does is ponder the different things that she finds unpleasing about herself, but instead when something doesn't go quite her way she is quick to blame herself above anyone else. which is good and responsible, until it's just self-hatred after a few things don't go her way over and over again. she is this way because that's the way magdalena was raised, to constantly remind herself that she can be better than what she is now. it was supposed to be encouraging.

-from previous site-

The damp air had her banner braided green and creme mane hanging heavily over her neck, sticking lightly with humidity despite just having given it a good shake. The trickle of the stream was mixing in with the sound of the storm above. The small purple flowers growing around her multicolored hooves Astraea looked back down at them with a sigh. What an incredibly uneventful day this was turning out to be.

Rained out of the plains, nobody to talk to, bored out of her min--Astraea's auds pricked at the sound of another creature in her vicinity. She wasn't stupid and knew that these woods could be a little less than safe she tensed up, ready to face whatever emerged from the forest. Her mind raced with possibilities. A great huge bear, a sly mountain lion, or maybe a pack of ravenous wolves. Emerald orbs gazed out, ready for the worst when the last thing she expected moped on through the brush.

A regal, pure grey stallion stepped towards the trickling stream. Well. He would be a tad more regal and authoritative if he didn't hang his dished skull so low to the earth. As if on cue he immediately raised his head and looked right at her. Trying not to startle him more than he already was Astraea tried to appear as un-menacing as possible. Lowering her own ivory face a fraction in response to his greeting she softened her expression to one that she hoped didn't betray the intense gleam of curiosity in her eyes. Who was he? She hadn't met him before. Her eyes glanced him over a bit obviously, and she smiled. A Pacis stallion, quite obviously, based on the delicate tendrils of vines in his mane and tail. It had been some time since she had accidentally bumped into her own kind in a while.

He stepped back a few paces before landing upon his own long tail. A smile immediately played at the corner of Astraea's map from this. Poor boy was half scared to death. But Astraea was nothing if not friendly, and she was determined to try and loosen up this tightly wound Pacis. "You have nothing to be sorry for, the forest is plenty big enough for the both of us." Astraea said, trying to be friendly as she could. Problem was that she was about as subtle as a flying brick.

Looking toward him as he looked away Astraea wondered why he seemed so off-put by her presence. Perhaps he was one of the shyer Pacis. No problem. She would make a new friend out of him yet. Or at least an acquaintance to wait out this storm with. He spoke with words that held more warmth than he appeared to. It made Astraea pause her mental scheming of forcing this poor bloke to entertain her with his presence and tales of his life and the weather for just a moment. Her emerald orbs looked toward him as he spoke and she moved toward him once he was finished.

A step closer she inspected him for a moment before speaking in a voice warm with life. "It was an entrance that rivals any other. Honestly the pleasure is mine. I was so sure that I would have to spend all day here in my own company." Astraea spoke, a hint of laughter in her words as she jested. "Octavio. A fine name. I am Astraea." Astraea stood where she was for a moment, her eyes quite briefly moving to the trickling stream before returning to him, interest clear in them. Breathing deeply, the scent of wet earth filled her senses.

"I love the rain... and I suppose I don't at the same time since it has me wandering around these woods." Astraea spoke mostly trying to go through the normal motions of small talk. Thunder cracked overhead, it's booming sound sudden and a bit out of the blue. Startled a bit Astraea jerked her head up as rain continued to drip down through the canopy of trees. With one exhale she moved toward the stream, those little purple flowers vivid and flourishing where she had just moved from. "So, Octavio." She said, moving in front of him with interest. "I have to say I haven't seen another of Pacis breeding around, though I have been traveling on my own for a bit. Anything bring you into these woods besides the downpour?" Emerald orbs looked across his face for an answer and she smiled softly. Hopefully she'd be able to coax something out of this shy, grey stallion. Or she'd be right back where she started. In these questionable woods; alone; and, most importantly, bored.

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