TWW | Aine

    Firecracker. Aine means “joyful fire” and that is exactly what she is. Joyfully a pain in the side. Aine also rhymes with “vain,” and you never met a mare more full of herself than this one. Despite her circumstances, she still believes herself better than any of the Feral horses, and most of the time the rest of the Cave Mustangs too. She is stubborn as a mule and volatile as lightning, with quite the mouth on her to boot. 

    Slightly bi-polar. Okay really bi-polar. 

    Aine didn’t exactly mean to become a Nomad. I mean who really pays attention to the herd boundaries? Oh everyone but her? That’s great. 

    It’s not that her parents didn’t berate her with the rules of the herd, more like the airhead didn’t listen to them. She was more focused on playing games with the other foals her age in the herd, and watching the older stallions preform in the Runs, heros in her eyes. Gladiators. 

However, also a bit of an explorer, young Aine was often in places she shouldn’t have been, and one day that place she was in just so happened to be past Hopi Falls just in time for one of the Scouts to see her. Thinking they weren’t really going to throw her out, she WAS a superior mare after all, BOUND to be chosen to foal royalty, she was sure surprised when they booted her right out. She told herself later that she was glad she left, that the herd was full of a bunch of idiots anyways who sat in their sheltered caves never to see more of the world, but alas, many nights were cried to sleep thinking about the friends she had lost, and the family whom pined for her. 

    She had been, after all, only six at the time, and so the transition was a bit rough. He doe-eyed persona turned crass after a multitude of bad experiences, and coming across several ugly brutes only shot her vanity through the roof. She found the Feral Herd shortly after she turned 16, and she’s skittered about their edge ever since, never close enough to be a nuisance, but never too far away to run for help. Due to the trauma of being banished from her own herd, she avoids contact and attempts to join the Ferals in fear that they too, will banish her over time. 

Potential Plotlines!:

— Foalhood friends of Aine -OPEN-

    Possibly the scene of her banishment -OPEN-

— Your Feral horse spots Aine creeping following your herd -OPEN-

— Your Nomad and Aine cross paths and share bromance stories -OPEN-

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