Kazue || Voyager

[★Issalyn]

Name: Kazue
Pronunciation: kah-zu
Alias: Zue, Zuzi, Kaz, Kazi
Age: 2
Breed: Lipizzaner/Quarter Horse/Haflinger
Color: Milky Palomino (a faint creamy color)
Mane & Tail Color: White, with only a few dark hairs threaded in
Eye Color(s): Deep, dark amethyst
Markings: Four socks, almost invisble.
Abnormal Traits: Cat-like teeth, her tail is dog-like at the top but then turns into a normal horse tail
Power: Enhanced Smell
Description of Power: She can smell things from farther away, and can more distinctly pick out the scents of different individuals/places. It also means that up close, scents are almost overpowering to her. Yet it seems she picks up most of the sour (bad) scents and sweet (good) scents remain at normal intensity.
Belong to: Voyager
Personality:
"What gift is this I've been given, it's more of a curse. Everyday I wake, and smell the putrid scents of those who have been where I now stand. Some say it's a blessing, for I almost always know where danger lurks, but just once I'd like to smell the delicate flowers without it being overpowered by such foul odors.

Do you all not realize how retched your stench? It's pitiful, what I must endure. No, don't come near me, it will only make it worse. Clean yourself. Bathe in rose tinted waters. Then dare you come to speak to me. I shall still turn you away, but you might get close enough to glimpse my amethyst eyes. Staring back at you, hungrily.

As much as I turn you away, I hunger for you. I yearn for kinship, but yet I cannot stand your presence at my side. I long to feel the touch of another, to bed myself with you at night. But I cannot, for this cursed life I live.

Now go on your way. Make haste! As I live another day, tell others of the sufferings of such a mutt. I serve you as a reminder of what comes from mixed breeding, I'm no blessing, I'm a disgrace."
History:
"I've wandered these lands for my two short years. I left my mother's side as soon as I was weaned, for I could not bear the stench of her. My mother was pure in blood. Lipizzaner, Dipakan. She was a traitor to her kind. My father, poor bastard, already mixed bloods of Quarter Horse and Haflinger. I come from the birds, yet I can't fly with them. I bear the sense of a hound, yet I can't run in a pack. My teeth sharp as a cats, yet never can I be queen."
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