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[Name] Kodineta [Gender] Female [Human Age] 23 [Species] Uni [Breed] Welara (Welsh x Arabian) [Height] 14 hh [Weight] 500 lbs

[Paintbrush] Desert (Lab Ray 6/02/07) [Coat] Chestnut [Mane] Iron Grey [Eye] Storm Blue [Horn] Purplish Silver [Hooves] Iron Grey [Element] Arcane

[1.] They had great things in store for us.
I was born a trader, eldest daughter of three. My parents weren't noteworthy characters by any means, eking out a small living by trading between distant towns throughout the desert. Our lives were hard but predictable, our fortunes rising and falling with the trading seasons. My parents had already accepted their position in society by the time my siblings and I entered this world, but that didn't stop them from heaping their unrequited ambitions on us instead.

My sister Fenisu, the middle child, was a beautiful little filly with luscious golden locks and her namesake, a brilliant fiery orange coat. She was the pride of the family, and rightly so. She was not only beautiful, but also charismatic and intelligent. She won customers over wherever we went, oftentimes enticing them to pay many times the price for our wares. She received many offers of apprenticeship at the towns we stopped at, and even several offers of marriage. Her charms were too vital to the family business for us to let her go, and Fenisu understood it perfectly. She was the model daughter, eager to help our parents and cheerful while doing so. She promised our parents that she would bring fortune to the whole family, and the way she said it left me with no doubt that she was dead serious. I was jealous of her. Very jealous.

In comparison with Fenisu, I was an awkward little bundle that screamed 'normal.' Whereas Fenisu was tall and graceful, I had the build and size of a pony. Even being 3 years younger than me didn't keep Fenisu from towering over me. I had my share of wit, but it was unpolished and crude. It seemed to me that I was most certainly doomed to continue the family business. My dam always insisted otherwise, but I was ready to face the facts. Better earlier than later. I did my tasks with an acceptable level of skill, but despite my ability to run for far longer periods of time than my sister, it was clear that I wouldn't be able to withstand the drudgery of hauling a full cart of goods across the harsh desert month after month.

Our family was somewhat turned upside down another 3 years later, when I was 8, by the arrival of my parents' last foal, a weak-looking colt with a dusty grey coat and dark grey mane similar to mine. We named him Xeriven. My parents were overjoyed to have a son, but it soon turned out that he failed even more miserably than I did at living up to the family expectations. Xeri was ridiculously timid and pathetic-looking. When he grew old enough to accompany us to the marketplace, he immediately became the victim to massive amounts of bullying from both shoppers and the other merchants' apprentices. Not the worst in the heap for once, I tried my best to help Xeri grow up and get over his fears. I failed, Xeri becoming ever distant to the family as the days went by. Fenisu was no help either. As the 'flaming angel' grew older, she began showing a more sinister side to us siblings. She was fully aware of her position as favored child, and our powerlessness to do anything about it. She made our lives a misery, surreptitiously overturning piled-up packages and messing up our belongings. I protected Xeri from her to the best of my ability, since he had enough to deal with anyways. We had no way to get revenge. My former jealousy gradually became hate and resentment. Fenisu may have been bettering her own life that of our parents' but it seemed like Xeri and I only had it worse.

[2.] Then something happened, as it was bound to.
Xeriven ran away. Too cowardly to stage his great escape in the heart of a town's bustling marketplace, where he would've not only had an easier time slipping away unnoticed but also a better chance of surviving, he left our caravan in the cover of night about 2 years after his birth.

The yearling's stumbling steps were easy to track, but eventually a sandstorm made it impossible to continue. My parents and Fenisu were all too happy to turn back. It was then that I found myself torn between indecision. To accompany my parents back to the caravan, to a dreary life of servitude to my own family, or to strike out on my own and hope for better luck?

I was young and discontent. I was naïve. You can easily guess what I chose. Under the concealment of this very same sandstorm, I managed a getaway that was, in my opinion, relatively well executed given how impromptu it was. I had no clue that later on, the art of escape would become a vital part of my survival. The last words Fenisu heard before I vanished from sight:

The past ends now!

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[Rules]

1. Do not enter these into the Beauty Contest.
2. Do not edit these.
3. Do not remove my name or claim them as your own.
4. Do not remove the link to Kodineta's page.

[Customs]

1. Do NOT request if my status is closed.
2. Limit 1 per person (across all accounts! I check.) unless part of an adoptable trade.
3. I reserve the right to cancel a custom if I'm too busy or see other reason to.
4. Do not display these on your page unless the character belongs to you.
5. Your character must have a non-default appearance and a custom petpage with reference pictures.

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