Anai
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(( Arabian / Bay / Jewellery / Elegant / Ghostly ))
She walks with a dangerous elegance upon lithe legs with a silent, careful step. Her pelt is painted a rosey bay, her mane and tail spiralling in long locks of black to sweep the ground. Throughout, plaits of different lengths and thickness' scatter themselves and are secured with black leather lace to subtly blend. Beads of silver and gold, rubies and diamonds also sparingly decorate her waves. Her legs to her knees are dipped in pristine white, never a speck of muck to deter from her natural beauty. Her face is of a similar nature, a white mask with gleaming ice blue gems, outlined in a thin streak of black. They hold a ghostly spark of precarious allurement. Her hooves are platforms of cream. Two horns curve from behind her ears, similar to that of rams but are instead are grown of frosted grass with daggered tips. Her ears are lined with rubies and diamonds, gold and silver stubs and rings. As is her nose pierced, a single gold and silver ring in her left nostril, and her right is studded with a ruby and diamond.
(( Quiet / Social lacking / Intelligent / Emotion deprived / Religious ))
She walks with the steps of a goddess and sings with the voice of an angel, but how could such a precious timid thing, hold such dark intentions within the base of her heart? Her eyes are alive with dead emotion, so little connection to those living and breathing around her and with one sole desire in life, which is to quench her never ending thirst for knowledge. She never learnt how to interact socially and thus no desire for love nor friends has ever been sparked. Instead, she'd rather watch and observe those around her, her keen eye never missing a detail, left pondering if there really was any meaning to friendship and trust. But her timid nature refrains her from ever testing waters herself, and thus she keeps within shadows. These so few emotions and connections, along with a desire scarred into her to please her gods, have crafted a warped version of dedication. She sings her hymens and prayers and performs her rituals with sacrifices slain by her own hoof. A passion so burnt into her being, there is no remorse for killing. Even those her knowledge has kept alive have been the victim of her lacking morals.
(( Father / Strict / Isolated / Traditional / Gods ))
Her entire upbringing was under the heartless eye of her father. Whilst her mother was around, she had a loose touch with reality. Thus, under her father's care she was under and under his stern hoof would she be taught. From far too young she knew too much about the cruel truths of life, had watched her father kill to devote himself and her to their gods in deep religious studies and practices. She was to read books and scripts aloud to him before she slept each night, and any mistakes would result in a restart of the whole piece. Not a mistake was missed by his eye, and each would be met with punishment. She was never to speak without permission, never to ask questions nor answer back, speak to strangers or leave his side when they were out of the woody cove that was her home, far in the depths of the Rift. But somehow, one night she found herself wandering, curiosity snagging her attention for she had seen a band of stallions interacting not far in the darkness and she had left without thought for where she was going in the witching hour. Without her father's company, it took little time more then half an hour for her to become drastically lost, and delve deeper into the unknown of her own home.
Analuka (sire) x Sashra (dam)
Her ears are lined with rubies, diamonds, silver and gold studs and rings, as is her mane/tail decorated in a similar fashion with ties of lace holding in plaits of varying lengths, thickness and shades. Her left nostril is ringed with a single gold and silver piece, and her right nostril is studded with a ruby and diamond.
Threadlog 3 threads |
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Subject | Location | Participants | Last Post |
Broken Bottles | Rainforest Cliffs | Bates, Anai |
07-26-2017 by Bates |
king of nothing no more | The Portal | Azarel, Anai, Rift Presence |
07-24-2017 by Azarel |
Ill tidings | Ultima | Ilunga, Kahli, Raistlyn, Moä Te, Bates, Anai |
07-21-2017 by Anai |
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