Half Sister of Kyanos

Is it wrong that I want to make her a real character?

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General Information

Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Uninterested
Foal(s): NA

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To The Stallions:

Seductive - "You look like you could use some company."
May is known well by the stallions of the bachelor herd even in the small time that she's been a brood. Seeing no way to get around the life that she has been born in, she has decided to just accept it instead, along with all that it entails. She has already become very good with being a good mare. She knows how to make the stallions happy and in a way she's accepted it as her job. She will even approach a stallion herself at times, especially when one looks particularly lonely or sad.

Submissive - "I'm just a mare after all."
In a herd where the stallions reign supreme a mare must chose between accepting this fact and bowing before them, or trying to stand up for themselves. May has found the latter completely futile and a foolish waste of time. She doesn't believe that stallions are better than mares, but she doesn't bother fighting back. Instead she lowers her head and shows submission to any stallion she comes across.

Obedient - "If it's what you desire."
If something is asked of her by a stallion, she will do it - simple as that. Some say it's robotic the way she blindly does whatever they say, though in that way they would be wrong. Her actions are far from blind. She knows what it is she is being asked to do it, and there have been plenty of times where she truly didn't want to, but her fear of the power of these larger horses is too great for her to ever bother saying anything against it, and so instead she obeys without a word of apprehension. In a stallion's eye, she's the perfect slave.

To The Mares:

Shy - "Um... oh... h-hi."
While to the stallions May seems quite forward and outgoing, it is far from who she truly is. Internally she is a very shy, sweet little mare who just wants peace. It is only because of the fact that she wants to avoid any trouble she can that she even bothers fighting back her shyness in order to interact with the stallions in a way that would please them. In any every day interaction among the mares she tends to be very quiet and soft-spoken. She's not reserved, just shy.

Loving - "Please don't cry."
A little mare with a huge heart, May has enough love to go around. She sees the other broods as her family and loves them all dearly. She hates to see any of them hurt or upset and will always lend a shoulder to cry on if needed.

Sacrificial - "Anything for a friend."
Going along with her loving spirit is her sacrificial, selfless attitude. As I mentioned she hates to see anyone upset or hurt and will do whatever she can to help them, even if that means sacrificing her own comfort or even health. There have been several times when she has seen a stallion eyeing up one of the broods and quickly put herself at risk by trying to gain his attention and pull it from the other. Sometimes she has been successful and managed to convince him to chose her instead, and other times she has been pushed out of the way in anger. No matter the result, she will always go and try again next time, not afraid of getting hurt if it means she can help a friend.

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Newborn - "An angel born in the devil's land."
"No!" The mare's gasp was sharp as she looked at the tiny life she had brought into the world. A tear came to her eyes as she shook her head. "Oh please no." A small stream trickled down the side of her face. A filly, it couldn't be a filly. She'd be banished, her foal taken from her. Slowly as she dreaded what was to come her ears lowered until they were laying flat against her pole. A tiny little muzzle touched her side and she quickly swung her head around, smacking the foal and sending her rolling over to the side with a little shriek. The mare suddenly smiled, laughing slightly. "You know what, this is perfect." She stood up, grabbing the filly by her mane and pulling her up in attempt to get her standing quicker. Of course, it only caused her to stumble before falling to her knees again. "I'll be banished. I'll finally be free of this hell!" She paced back and forth as she impatiently waited for the filly to stand. It never seemed to cross her mind that she was letting this little filly take her place as a slave for life so that she could be free. If it did come to her, she didn't care.

Everyone knew that May's mother was bordering insanity but the day she shoved the little buckskin filly at Ketecho's legs and then pranced off as if it were her birthday, they decided she had lost it. Meanwhile little Mairanah was left to take her mother's place. She would grow up motherless with no future but to live her life for the stallion's gain.

Foalhood - "Unwanted and unloved."
The young filly stumbled forward as her father's nose shoved her harshly onward to where the broods gathered. Her legs were still shaky and unsure as she stood before them as if facing her judgement day. Cold eyes looked over her scrutinizeingly. Her color was just like her mothers, her eyes the same color as the wild-eyed nut, she would surely be just like her. Even as a newborn the filly could feel the tension around her as whispers started to fill the air. Harsh words buzzed all about and then silence.
"Well?!" A hot puff of air ruffled her mane as the stallion behind her snorted impatiently. "Who's going to take her?" No one replied. Many of the mares turned the other way. For the second time in her short life the filly knew the sting of rejection, and it would not be the last.

Her mother didn't want her, her father despised her and pretended he didn't even know her, and even the other mares were hesitant to take in the foal of the psychotic mare. They were all afraid she'd become as crazy as her mother. Thankfully one sweet mare was able to look past her parentage and see into her innocent little heart. She took her in after her own son had died from the scaring and made her her own.

Adolescence - "Friends make life worth while."
Mairanah's thin mane wisped around her neck, seeming to dance as she cantered toward the small group of fillies who were braiding flowers into each other's hair. "Hi!" She called happily. "Can I play with you? I know a really fun braid. I can teach..." Before she even reached them they all turned their rumps toward her, snorting in uniform.
"Go away freak." A voice scorned as rude giggles sounded. May's ears fell to the side, her head immediately dropping.
"Hey, don't listen to them." A soft voice whispered. She turned to see a young filly her age smiling brightly at her. "They're just jealous that you're so pretty." The two of them both laughed together. "I'm Elisa."
"I'm Mairanah." She replied with a shy smile.
"Nice to meet you. Could you show me that braid?" The buckskin's eyes lit right up and she nodded her head joyfully.

Sadly most of the mares discouraged the foals from playing with May. They were quite sure she'd go mad just like her mother. After all, it ran in her blood. Her mother was mad, as was her grandmother, and so on. The mental sickness seemed to go back as far as any of the mares knew. They were just waiting for the day May snapped and lost it just like those before her, it was bound to happen, they were sure. Her caretaker knew she was different though. She was stronger, and so she took care of her and encouraged her to stay cheerful. Elisa soon became May's best friend. The two fillies were inseparable. Nothing could pull the two apart... well, almost nothing.

Adulthood - "Nothing is meant to last... especially not in a world such as this."
"NO!" Mairanah screamed as she ran toward her friend. The loud sound of hoof hitting head still echoed in her ears as tears flooded her eyes. All she could think were prayers that her friend would be ok. She had to be ok. By the time she reached the small mare a pool of blood spread out around her head. Her body was still, not even moved by the rise and fall of her side. "Elisa?" May whispered, her voice choked as she nuzzled her cheek. "Oh please..."
"Darned mare." A low voice huffed behind her. "That will show her to give me an attitude."
May's ears fell flat back against her head as she snapped her teeth toward the young stallion. "You killed her!" She screamed loudly, her heart aching.
The stallion looked surprised for a moment, glancing at the mare he had struck down in anger. He watched her for a moment, slowly seemeing to realize that she was indeed dead. His ears fell back in fear as he lashed at the buckskin. "I didn't do it on purpose!" He screamed right back at her, almost striking at her as well. "You won't speak to me like that!"
"You monster!" May screamed, not put off by his threat at all. "You murdered her for Nothing!"
"Shut up!" He suddenly reared up, hitting her square on the shoulder as he came back down, sending the smaller mare to the dirt. He quickly stood over her, snapping his teeth just over her face. "You will say nothing of this to anyone or I'll kill you too!" He stomped a massive hoof beside her head. "Do you understand me?!"
May was terrified as she lay under the stallion. Her whole body trembled as tears ran down her face. She closed her eyes tightly, quickly nodding her head.
"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He screamed in her ears, making her head throb.
"Yes." She whimpered softly, flinching when she heard teeth clacking and then he was gone, running away from the scene of the crime, leaving the mare frozen in her fear and heartbreak.

May had finally outlived the rumors that she would go insane, and so thankfully had made friends in the broods, but that would not change the fact that her best friend was now gone. After Elisa's death, May was struck with a sudden realization of the power that the stallions had over her and the other mares. They literally held their lives like a string, able to cut it at any time they felt it necessary. She was just a slave, and that was all she would ever be. She had no place to fight back - no power to do so. It was then that she accepted who she was to be and a few days later, on her 17th birthday, she became the perfect slave.