Snowstream

By Frostbyte

• November 9, 2015




Age: 19

Gender: Female

Species: Pegasus

Cutie Mark: An intricate snowflake set against a single music note.<br />SnowSteam earned this for her love of music and her incredible tolerance to cold.

Personality: SnowSteam is a relatively quiet mare that while isn't shy, is a natural introvert due to how she grew up. She is a very witty intelligent mare that loves learning new, applicable knowledge (not history or things that may benifit her in the long term). She is incredibly patient, and has endurence that is nearly unmatched, and is an alright flier. It is very hard to offend or anger SnowsSteam due to her natural cool-headedness and her fair amount of patience.She is also good at concealing her presence, despite her whitish coat and mane. Her hearing is probably one of the most prominent things about her-she has an ear for music even when there is none and as a result developed a keen sense of hearing that has allowed her to identify patterns in nature that follow a general "tune", by using the distant rustling of leaves to the quiet scampering of squirls to entertain herself with relaxing 'melodies'. This, on occasion, sometimes causes her to hum tunes or sway her body to the rythim around her that no one else hears.

Backstory: SnowStream at a young age, was left at an orphanage by her parents and has no knowledge as to who her parents are or if they are even alive, it doesn't bother her that much.<br />She stayed at the orphanage till she was 7 and then the orphanage closed down, nowhere to go, and a thirst for adventure, she headed out into the northern Everfree forest before she could be relocated somewhere else.<br /><br />There, she immediately began to regret her decision and was caught in a massive snowstorm that nearly froze the blood in her body. An hour of desperately attempting to find shelter, SnowStream soon found herself on the verge of unconsciousness, onward she searched, vainly attempting to keep one of her hooves in front of the other. The storm was not forgiving,and continued to whip cruelly across her mane and face, ahead of her she could vaguely make out some sort of rocky outcropping right across a clearing that she was slowly approaching.<br /><br />It had seemed to her as if she would not make it, her body was beginning to give way to the seemingly endless tide of snow and ice ripping across her sides.<br />"I'm so tired" she thought<br />Suddenly she could have sworn in that somepony in the distance was playing a flute in the most soft melodic tune she had ever heard, or was it just the wind? Soon the wind seemed to soften slightly as the snow underneath her hooves began to look as soft and fluffy as a pillow. <br />With her next step, SnowStream had fallen softly to the ground with a soft thud,<br />"Im almost there" she coughed weakly<br />Soon the flute that had been playing was joined by more and soon a soft melody carried gently on a seemingly warm breeze.......<br />She soon halted her desperate attempts to get back up, cuts lined her soft back from the sharp ice carried by the wind, sending trickling streams of blood down her mane. <br />She soon fell asleep in the middle of the clearing, just yards away from the rocky outcropping that could have served as he shelter minutes ago............<br /><br />Next she woke up curled amongst a gentle bed of snow.She had no idea how much time had passed, and was astonished that she was alive, memories came flowing to her like a waterfall, the storm, the erie music, the orphanage.<br /><br />She stood up and realized that everything was how she had remembered except.....her. Her mane grew considerably longer and she was a bit taller than she remembered, she looked at her flank, a cutie mark was present.<br /><br />Little did she know, she was now 16 years of age and was all but forgotten from society, over the next few years she lived in th northern Everfree forest, surviving as best as she could. Eventually she became used to the hard life in the Everfree,with danger at every turn,she had to make some ethical sacrifices to keep herself alive,so that she may one day find the way out of the Everfree.<br /><br />She was 18 and a half when she first laid eyes on a any sort of civilization. the rest of her time she spent traveling from town to town, city to city attempting to regain her bearings.