CW | Bat-Sheva | Bachelor Herd | Lady Broodmare

I’m so unsatisfied; You’ve got what I require…

General Information | Tier Tracker

Name:// Bat-Sheva (Bot-She-Vah)
Nickname:// Sheva, Mama Sheva
Age:// 38
Gender:// Female | Mare
Breed:// Knabstrupper
Color:// Black Appaloosa | Ee aa LpLp PATN2PATN2
Height:// 15.2hh
Orientation:// Bisexual (Slight Male Preference)
Mate:// None

Herd Affiliation:// The Bachelor Herd
Rank:// Lady Brood

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Personality

A simple mare that has been through the ringer and back again, Sheva is a bombastic individual, full of life and love to give.
Seductive | Supportive | Patient | Adaptable | Flamboyant | Needy | Domineering | Escapist

Seductive

Throughout her many, many years acting as part of the Bachelor herd, she knows the ins and outs of the place, and especially stallions. She has accepted them as part of daily life, including the sometimes unpleasant truth of her job - producing foals. Thus, she has turned it into something that she enjoys and nearly every interaction that she has with stallions is colored with sex appeal. She doesn’t care if she is rejected, it just comes naturally to her as a way to interact, and it seems particularly amusing when aimed at the younger and less experienced Bachelor stallions.

Supportive

If you need her, she will be there. Sheva is willing to be supportive of anyone who needs a shoulder to cry on or a helping...hoof, which is how she came to be known as ‘Mama Sheva’ by Elowen, and the name seemed to stick throughout the herd. No matter if it is big or small, she is the horse to go to and she will keep your confidence.

Patient

Sheva has the patience of a saint it would seem, as life goes at just the right speed for her. If she is trying to build a friendship with another horse that is quiet or distant, she will always be there for when they decide to open up. It is rare to see her frustrated or exasperated by anything, except perhaps in jest.

Adaptable

Tying in with her patience, Sheva is an extremely adaptable individual. She has seen leaders come and go, and she always finds a way to make the situation livable, whether it is through humor or taking comfort in one another. When the game changes, she’s usually the first one to figure out the way to make something positive out of it..

Flamboyant

If Sheva is around, you will know it. She makes her presence quite known, through her loud laughter and joking around, as well as her excessively flirtatious demeanor. Every situation has a bright side and she’ll be damned if she can’t find it. Sometimes this can come across as overbearing and even fake, if it’s not what the situation calls for.

Needy

Sheva simply does not do well alone, as she needs a bit of an ‘audience’ to thrive. This can make her seem a little needy or clingy at times, as she cannot bear solitude. This neediness causes her to stretch herself somewhat thin in order to gain the affection of others.

Domineering

Perhaps negatively tying into her incredible patience and her enthusiastic attitude, Sheva can come across as domineering at times, as she is older and *always* knows what’s best. She’s not exactly ‘my way or the highway’, but more like ‘my way or I will patiently weedle away at your argument until you see the only way is my way’, especially about things she cares for. She doesn’t do this for the sake of power, but out of a misguided attempt at being helpful.

Escapist

At times when Sheva has stretched herself too thin, sometimes she will disappear for long periods of time, taking one of her trusted friends with her on some crazy adventure. This can lead to strife in the herd, as mares are not usually meant to strike out alone. It often causes trouble for her companion as well. She also uses physical relationships as an escape as well, distracting her from everyday existence when her sunshiny demeanor is having an unusually cloudy day.

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History

Foal-hood

Sheva was lucky enough to be born of one of Jacob’s precious Elites, a stallion named Asa. He took the mare Sarai in the breeding season, and thus both Sarai and Bat-Sheva were kept away from banishment to the fringes of the herd. Though it was a fair amount of time since the foals started being marked, and it had transitioned to being more of a ‘colt’ occurence, Asa asked for Sheva to be scarred as well, befitting her station as his lady daughter. Jacob allowed it, and Bat-Sheva was marred soon after her birth, and much too early for recollection. Due to her status, and her mother’s special treatment, Sheva grew up with a somewhat skewed vision of how the herd worked. Though no one lied to her per-se, no one harassed her or Sarai either, and thus the filly grew up to be rather self-important.

In all honesty, she was hellish to be around; demanding of others, sharp-tongued, and a willful liar. To cross her meant immediate punishment, as she would come to her father with an awful story that she had devised, and then made sure that he ‘made things right’. Thus, for the last year of Jacob’s rule, Sheva was treated with grudging respect, all the while accumulating hatred from those around her.

When her half-sister Lilith was born, Sheva wasn't quite sure what to think - her father's attention was steered away from herself, another pretty Lady to coddle and adore. There was no love lost between Sheva and her sister, who was kept isolated away from her, and thus the two were raised separately as Asa continued to scrabble to maintain power.

It was to her benefit that when Ramses came to rule, he allowed Asa to continue on in his position as an Elite, though only for the moment. Her protection lasted into her adolescence, but then things changed drastically.

Adolescence

Try as he might, Asa could not keep his position with Gemini once Ramses passed away, perhaps due to the headstrong and disrespectful nature of Sheva, which had only become worse and worse as she grew. Going on 13 now, Sheva had become a pretty mare - not stunning, but certainly enough that those who didn’t know better turned their heads. Their lesson was quickly learned as she put them in what she thought was ‘their place’, beneath her, as daughter of an Elite.

She did not transfer gracefully after her father lost his rank. Her mother was now just another mare, and was called upon to churn out more mini-Bachelors, her sisters slain or forcefully abandoned as they came into the world. Her mother became merely a husk, no one she could reach out to anymore for comfort. Her father was increasingly distant as he blamed her for his downfall. Thus, all she had was herself.

Sheva learned quickly how to use her feminine wiles to get what she wanted, now that her status wasn’t enough. Though the rule of the herd was strictly set at no breeding before sixteen, she would approach the weaker Bachelors and seduce them, thriving on their attention. Generally she discarded them first, but there was one that was particularly cruel in letting her down, and he would be the pivotal point of her life…

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“That’s not how it works!” Sheva spat out, looking at him desperately, her thick, multitoned mane wild with the heat of her moment. “I am the one who discards you, not the other way around.”

“You are a mare, you brainless idiot, you are always the one that will be left unwanted.” The stallion spat back, rolling his eyes. “I’m not wasting any further time on you, this was a mistake. If you ever approach me again, it’ll be your life, I swear.” He replied, before walking away.

Going back to her old tactics, Bat-Sheva told her father of what had happened, though she made the image a bit more colorful. The little mare insisted that the stallion had forced himself on her, and that she was worse off for the experience. Though he knew better than to believe her at this point, Asa saw a glimmer of home to use this against Gemini in hopes of being appointed back to Elite. He thus approached Gemini with the matter, and the stallion was severely punished, however nothing was gained for Asa, thus isolating him further from his wicked daughter.

It wasn’t long after that, when Sheva was approached by the same stallion that she had had unjustly punished. “Look who’s crawling back.” She spat at him, though she realized quickly that it wasn’t just him coming from the gloom, but some of his other ratty, low ranking friends. Sheva rolled her eyes - she hadn’t the time for this.

“You like telling stories so much, my friends and I thought we’d make them an actuality for you.” The stallion said, before brutally grabbing her. He and his friends made quick work of her, each of them tearing out chunks of her flesh as she fought against them. Her ear gave way to one set of jaws, while her mouth and cheek gave way to another. Bloody gashes started lining her back from sharp hooves digging into her flesh. In minutes she was left as a sad, broken, bleeding pile of mare, simply waiting for death.

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No one came for her. No one loved her. She was an outsider in her own herd, and she had made it that way. This was a hard realization to come to, as she nearly crawled back to the group, still bleeding profusely from her face and sides. As they saw her, even the mares turned away, not wanting to be involved. Sarai didn’t even lift her head in recognition of her ailing daughter, the only one left living. Sheva was in complete isolation, while surrounded by others.

It was this isolation, this cocoon so to speak, that allowed her to fight through the months and years to come. Eventually, it was Magdalene that came to draw the mare out from her shell, slowly but surely. The other mare was distrustful, while Sheva was clingy, but they seemed to work it all out until Mags' eventual banishment. It was also during her growth period that she slipped before her 17th day ceremony and had Naphtali whom, in her depression, she neglected and let be whisked away by his father to be dumped on the Exile herd. Her 17th ceremony allowed the birth of Ze'ev, who later renamed himself 'Snake'. Many more would follow.


Adulthood

It took her a long while, past the rise of another leader even, to be accepted again as part of the herd. It was when Klaus took up his father’s rule that her ostracization lessened and she was allowed to exist normally. In her time alone, she reflected on what it was that led to her cruel abuse, her mother’s misery, her father’s ruin. Sheva had always been energetic and strong, but she needed to use that power for good rather than for ill. Thus, she went around the entire herd, and essentially plead with them to accept her again, doing every menial task, watching every bratty colt, going on every silly quest, until the Bachelors and their broods decided that she was alright after all. Thankfully, all of this turmoil occurred before most of the current bachelor population existed, and thus they know only the bright, bubbly, sweet yet sassy mare Bat-Sheva as she was. Few remain that know of the darkness that came to pass before.

Pieces of this darkness still linger on in her mannerisms, such as her fear of being alone, and her fear of being ‘discarded’. It seems she tries to dissuade this fear by producing offspring, and she has many running around the herd, particularly and oddly enough...sons.

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Random Facts

• Bat-Sheva is one of Cain’s staunchest supporters, and will use her sway in the herd for that purpose shamelessly.
• Her red barette came from one of her illegal wanderings - she was punished severely for it, but she managed to keep the human trinket hidden well enough that it eventually blended in.
• More will come as she reveals…

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Roleplay Sample

It was another one of those nights. Those nights where he could barely think straight with the thoughts that churned so insistently in his head. They nagged at him, reminding him of those days of sweet freedom when he had no one to answer to, no one to get attatched to. She hurt him constantly, and why he allowed it, he would never know. From the moment he saw Her, he knew that She had to be his. Not necessarily in a sexual capacity (She had told him he was quite bad at it, and to get off Her, thanks.) but in a life bond way. Every other relationship that anyone could have on the planet paled in comparison to what he and Lokka had. No one would ever understand it, even Her sometimes. She seemed so distant from him lately, taken up with yet another person whom She loved much more passionately than She did him. She needed him, but yet he was not enough.

And he was kicked out for the evening. She had the audacity to put a cross on the door, which was simply insulting and juvenile, he thought. The cat got to stay in the house, but he did not. The thought made him grind his teeth as he sat there in the hustle and bustle of the Black Boar on a Friday night, an island in a tumultuous sea.

Instinct told people to stay away from him. He was a beautiful human being, with light eyes and soft blonde hair, angelic even. But there was something -off-. Oh how he did give off that ethereal feel to even those who were not magically inclined. While human instinct told them that something was amiss with him, and he was to be admired from afar, human instinct didn't go so far as to shout that this was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Beware, your life is dangling in the balance.

Occasionally the misguided human, or changed human, would come to him and try to do some mating ritual nonsense with him. They were usually drunk or incredibly brazen. More often than not, they were both. And as their superior, he put them in their place. They were infinitely lesser, never good enough for him. Only one was, and She was currently doing whatever it was that She liked to do with a cross on the door. He could only imagine, and it was disgusting.

Kirro drank his glass of water as he sat in the corner, his amber eyes reflecting the scene before him. It was always a rowdy bunch in on Friday nights, he realized, and how he wanted to play with them. He wasn't allowed to play as hard as he liked, of course. Lokka didn't care for when he ruthlessly destroyed, though it was so terribly pleasing. How he missed watching skin melt from the bone, or the look of absolute horror when people saw him at his most terrible. Both were not allowed, among other things, and thus became almost figments of his imagination now. Life clearly had gone on too long when your past became fiction.

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