Lace
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With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a soldier, Lace carries himself with the poise and energy of a younger man. A work of art wrought from silver and steel, his grullo coat is dusted with a fine coating of gleaming gold where divine flame once licked his back. The face and legs are charred black and a line of kohl is traced along the spine and down into a bar along each shoulder blade, but most prominent of all is perhaps the crisp white webbing that etch across the bridge of the nose, so distinct it seems as though he walked into a spider web.
White is also the mane and tail that hang low and lush from dock and poll, the silken strands as straight and true as the expression in his golden eyes.
While his hide was once littered with scars and branded with markings, this new birth has left him untarnished, a clean slate upon which to carve his story.
In his youth, Lace was a spirited stallion. Constantly at the mercy of his emotions, he laughed and cried with all his being, fought for what he believed was right and just and gave his heart fully to those who showed the slightest inclination of wanting it. Years and experience gradually tempered his passions, turning altruism into cynicism, hate into pity and love into bitterness. Always the gentleman, always the chivalrous knight ready to serve, he pressed on while the shining armor scratched and stained and dulled with rust from all the tears and blood shed.
Ever the vagabond, the rover, the loner, he served many a herd in his life; as warrior, as craftsman, as king. Still, his true home always remained with his white dragon, within the bond they shared and the memories they made together. Fajira was his other half, his better self, the wisdom and conscience and the common sense; she was his light in the darkness and the reason for which he awoke in the morning.
Without her, he is lost.
He died once. But though the past ought to have been buried alongside his ashes, some things will never be forgotten.
The battles he fought. The woman he loved. The friends he lost, and the dead he honored. But though he remembers, the only way to go now is forward, towards whatever the future may hold in store of glory and pain and new revelations.
He was dead, but now he live again, and this time he shall not squander the gift he was given.
Offspring: Cathun (Guren* x Lace)
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Honors
♦ Helovia COTM November 2012 ♦ Helovia QotM January 2013 - "Why am I to crawl on the ground before someone who hasn't earned my faith, whose purpose I don't know and for a gift I never asked for?...IN WHAT WAY AM I LESSER THAN THEM!?" -- Lace in "Heaven or Hell" ♦ Helovia TotM June 2013 - "A Million Pieces Of Me, On The Floor" ♦ Helovia TotM November 2013 - "Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat"
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