Fleur-de-lis [wip]

[koresh]

Name: Fleur-de-lis
Species: Equus ferus caballus (breed: Arabian (93.75%) x Paso Fino (6.25%))
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Appearance: Fleur-de-lis is simply stunning. Though she has more dainty Arabian in her pedigree than statuesque Spaniard, her fine form still reflects centuries of fine Spanish breeding. Her refined cranium in profile is as straight as ruler, with large, alert, wide-spaced sky blue eyes fringed by thick snowy lashes. This head sits atop a gracefully arched neck that flows smoothly into gently defined, sloping withers. Her top line is proportionately shorter than her underline when viewed from the side. The back connecting her front end to her back end is fairly short and strong. Her hips are broad, aiding, among other things, in carrying and birthing the foals that Mother Nature assumed our little girl would have. Her croup is flat and her tail high set, a distinctly Arabian trait. This frame is wrapped in a skin of purest gold marked with the stark ivory. From hoof to withers she stands a grand total of 14 hh, which is the lowest height that her breed allows for. From the end of her muzzle to her jaw socket and from forehead to the bottom of her jaw is solid white. This white head has changed her eyes from what would have been a plain ol' brown to vivid electric blue, and her forelock has paled from cream to white as a consequence. The rest of her mane is a pure cream, its color just barely distinguishable from that of her forelock. From peach-colored hoof to knee in the front and from hoof to hock in the back is - you guessed it! - white, the stockings' tops pointed rather than straight thanks to her sabino genetics.
Personality: When she was living under humans, Fleur-de-lis was a perfect little angel. She never bit or kicked with due reason, usually keeping calm in situations where other horses would be pitching a perfect fit. She wasn't the kind of horse to trot up to the fence to see you, but she wasn't so cold and unaffectionate that she would completely ignore you. Now, out from under their bridles and leads, Fleur-de-lis is quite different. Arrogance lifts her head and curls her lip in a sneer. She sees herself as old blood, royalty among equines. Fleur-de-lis believes this because she is able to trace her family tree back to a time when men still charged into battle on horse back, when kings were actually figures of power instead of the meek little figureheads common in our world today. If you, too, are of what she perceives to be a prestigious purebred line, then she'll gush and giggle with you like the two of you are old pals. If you're what she thinks of as "newcomers," people whose families don't seem to have done much other than make babies or whose families are not well-established in the area, then you get the same treatment a dab of manure on her hoof would get. Fleur is a very vain, prideful little girl, by the way. She's as touchy about herself as a Nightrunner is about sunburn. Insult her looks or personality - anything about her, really - and she will do her damnedest to kill you. Well, maybe not kill you - it's more of a make you cry or pee yourself out of fear thing. She is very picky about her stallions. Fleur sees herself as just too good to be having just any stallion's babies. She has to have the very best the world has to offer, or she'll just go without. Catch her in the throes of heat, though, and there's a whole different story...
History: Fleur's mother and father came from a long, prestigious line of equines. The humans who owned and bred them had had Arabian horses in their possession ever since the end of the First Crusade, when one of their earlier patriarchs had brought a stallion, who the man renamed Noble, and a mare, Anne, home with him as spoils of war. These two horses and their children were used both as riding horses and, on occasion, war horses.

When the family decided to move to the colony of La Nouvelle-Orléans nearly seven hundred years later, their still-pure Arabians went with them. During work days Anne and Noble's descendants would be ridden through the fields, usually by the overseers, to make sure that the slaves were working as they should. On days off, the children would ride them around the vast, beautiful property that their father owned. Sometimes the sons would ride them on hunts or race them down back country roads with their friends.

Somewhere along the line, a member of the line was mated with a creamy splashed white stallion. The likely culprits are her great grandmother, a flaxen chestnut named Garnet, and a dark gold palomino sabino splash stud, Antonio, a horse owned by a family friend who just happened to be visiting right around the time Garnet would have gotten pregnant.


Genes: Palomino Sabino Splashed White (ee/Aa/nCr/nSb/nSpl)
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[Tiggs]

Hey there! Welcome to Kossy ^_^ Just a quick note on her genes: Kossy has a few "special" colours, and this is about the only time when canon interferes with genes. I know she's only carrying them, but a combination of A and Z is a "male only" combo. She's welcome to carry one or the other, but if she's carrying Z then she'll have a "moonfilly" somewhere in her lineage.

Have a read of our special coat colours thread for more info on our rare colours!

She's looking good so far, although if you could axe the size 1 font, that would really help my old eyes XD Thanks!

[Tiggs]

Hey thar, she's coming along nicely!
The only problem is that I've just discovered paso finos weren't exported to America until at least the 1960s, and its very unlikely there were any in Australia in Kossy's era. She could be of generic "spanish" descent, perhaps an escaped stock horse or related to one? The only purebreds in Australia in this era would have been thoroughbreds, arabs,and drafts like clydesdale, percherons and shires.

[koresh]

Tiggs, I'd love you forever if you could archive this character application. I've lost muse for her.