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Coloring
Diluted bay roan, faded around belly and chest, flanks are nearly white
Dark blue/black points, face, and dorsal stripe
White muzzle, white rimmed ears, and crescent moon marking on forehead
Short white socks on front legs, tall white stockings on hind legs
Solid white neck, from cheek to chest
Soft sparkle roaning down barrel
Lightly pink muzzle

Eyes
Pale gold

Hooves
Solid, peach colored

Mane
Long, silvery white mane with a fringed edge

Tail
Very short cropped tail, dark blue/black fading to white at the tips

Build
Average build and height
950 pounds
High, arched neck from Arabian horse bloodline

clever || daring || frank || confident || sarcastic || independent
pessimistic || arrogant || moody || pretentious


Io could be likened to a bratty teenager in equine form. She's prone to making callous, insensitive comments, yet not fully understanding the impact they might have. She's cutting, sharp, and indifferent on the surface, but underneath she hides massive insecurities and loneliness. She doesn't make friends easily, but if someone is persistent enough to get through her walls, she is a very loyal friend.

She pretends to be a loner, but often lingers in the fringes of groups so she feels involved and included. If she were to be pushed into the center of attention, she would likely panic and snap. Groups tend to make her anxious, though she would never admit it to anyone. She will often feign indifference to hide her true feelings.

Her general world views are deeply pessimistic and often problematic. She isn't one to see the silver lining in anything. If there is a negative spin to be put on a situation she will find it. She has a secret love for creating drama and sowing discord between those she encounters.

Io loves nighttime and nightlife. She will frequently sleep through the day and spend the night wandering and stargazing. As an introvert, she likes these quiet moments to herself, but they’re often tinged with melancholy.

She was a spindly foal born in the dead of winter. Her dam didn’t think she would survive being born so early, a full two months before her due date. But she was strong and resilient, and grew up hardy and strong. With no other foals her age to interact with, she became surly and independent, much to her mother’s frustration. As soon as she could walk far enough, she was constantly wandering away and getting herself into trouble. The porcupine was the most painful, but the skunk was far worse. It lingered.

She liked to creep away whilst everyone slept to find an open spot to stargaze. Ever since she’d caught her reflection in the glossy surface of a pond at the tender age of two, she’d felt an affinity with the moon and stars. She liked it best when the moon waned into the crescent shape that mirrored the one on her forehead. It was a quiet and peaceful vision, one of simplicity and softness that she didn’t find in her life with the herd. They were content to spend their lives walking from grazing ground to watering hole in an endless, repeating circle until they grew too old to make the circuit.

Her dam had several more failed pregnancies after Io. She was finally able to bring another foal to term just after Io’s fourth birthday. Seeing her dam fawning over the new bundle of golden brown fuzz served to solidify in her mind that it was time to move on. She’d outgrown the tiny herd years ago, and now her mother had a new foal to keep her occupied.

Io wasn’t one for overt displays of sentiment. So with little more than a gentle brush of her muzzle on her dam’s sleeping shoulder, she wandered away for the last time, stars and full moon lighting the way, into the next adventure.

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