Name: Vas
Gender: Female
Race: Horse
Age: Eight
Rank: Wanderer
Parents/siblings: None she knows of
Life partner: None.
Offspring: None.
Appearance: Vas is a odd combination: beautiful and delicate looking, but strong enough to carry a heavy load.
Her satin black coat, blotched with pure white patches and mottled by dark spots, always gleams like it has just been brushed, for she is rather vain, and takes great care not to dirty her flawlessly groomed pelt.
Thought her thickly feathered legs and muscular body suggests cold blood, Her profile is distinctly arab, set with shining obsidian eyes flecked with gold, half covered by a smooth forelock part white and part black. A dark luxuriant mane like a strip of midnight sky covers her thick, powerful neck, with pale cream running through the middle like a beam of moonlight. Her action is surprisingly light and airy for a horse of her size, and when she gallops, every step making her feathering billow like a flag in the wind, she is quite eye catching.
Personality: Vas would like nothing better than to be described as a wanderer. While most winged unicorns are shy, Fleig loved the open road and passed her love in to Vas. Distrustful-Vas has had plenty of experience with thieves who pretend to befriend her and her traveling partners and steal what ever they have- and often plain nasty, Vas still is endlessly loyal to those she considers friends.
Still, being perfectly alone wouldn't bother Vas a bit. The only person she can really trust is herself.
Other: Vas can't remember what her real mother looked like. All she remembers is the horrible, sour scent of blood and wolves snapping at her heels. The next thing she knew, she was with Fleig. Fleig, a winged unicorn, raised Vas and taught her in the ways of healing, because Fleig had the power to remove the energy from plants and animals and transfer it elsewhere.
Vas was left alone when Fleig died,