Post by eirie on Sept 12, 2008 15:51:52 GMT -5
Name: Anarei (Ann-uh-ray)
Age: five
Gender: mare
Breed: Appaloosa cross
Island: Ularnne (Air)
Appearance: At the first glance, all one can see is white. It’s everywhere. It isn’t until later that they’ll notice the imperfections. It’s as if her creator got careless- the ebony paint that they blended into her muzzle had splattered upon her rump as well as a few rogue drops high on the left side of her neck.
It's obvious that she's a little creature, standing only at fifteen hands high.
Personality: Many believe in their first impression of the mare. She's as restless and the wind and just as shallow. However, if they cut deeper, they see a creature that thinks far more often than she should, contemplate things that little ladies shouldn't. Like those of the flame, she has a thirst for the theatrics of fighting. Then again, she prefers to battle with wit over using her body, but either will do.
Although she enjoys the company of others, Rei has a strange adoration for the peace that solitude brings.
It's said that she possesses the will of a mule, her head is thick as rock. Care to find out if it's true?
Typical of any mare, Rei is highly emotional. It's easy to tell the difference between her irritation and rage- do you have all of your body parts? When she's happy, she's europhic. Strange, however, is the fact that these moods are like switches- the smallest thing can flip them.
History: Rei wasn't borne into any special role- she was the daughter of a mistress to the beta stallion of her herd. She spent her foal-hood playing and pranking others. She was perhaps the most immature of the lot, holding onto her youthful mindset far into her second year.
What changed? Close to thirty months after her birth, a determined bachelor fought for and won her herd. Gone were the days of fun. Any misbehavior was met with Falcon's teeth or hooves. Obviously Anarei had run away. She spent the months on her own, learning to control powers she had always been envious of. Lessons were learned the hard way, some hardly in time to save her from some form of trouble.
Sample: Loneliness. What a strange word. Many claim to feel it, but do they really? Have they ever looked to the stars and just screamed? Screamed because simple words can never express the utter anguish that twists their very being? The pain is nearly unbearable as its iron fist closes over your heart, crushing it. Your throat burns with words that have no escape as your eyes are seared with tears that have yet to fall.
It begins as a slight tremor, growing until your entire body quakes, shaking until you can no longer hide it. Your heart beats, the pathetic muscle pumps on, a lonely thunder that echoes within the hollow shell of a pathetic body. Your soul cries for release, for escape from this perfect hell. Your skin yearns for another's touch, a loving caress, a simple hug as their arms wrap around your body. Your ears strain to hear that everything will be fine, even when it won't. In the same thought, you balk from this closeness, wish it and fear it. This iron hand further tightens around your heart. You want to scream, to cry, to shout to the skies and fall to your knees, begging for the pain to go away, for the torment to end. As you wish this, you feel the hope draining, feel the helplessness seeping into your core. It is then that you realise that you can do nothing to escape it.
She was weak, weak in her moment of heartache. She missed her family and friends more than ever. But she couldn't go back. Not now, not ever. She had to be strong, but how could one be strong when they felt so weak? This hopelessness was strange to the young mare, made her even more lost than she had ever been. Of course, she was aware of where she was, she was merely beyond caring. The pain of being used would make her feel wanted for those small moments, would make her know that she's alive. Of course, there was this ulterior motive- a foal. Perhaps having one depend on her would rid Kaisen of this strange depression.
Pale blue eyes glimmered from behind a veil of pale hairs, bright against a background of mahogany fur. Her coat was a strange one, beautiful in some eyes. It seemed as if someone had collected snow-white paint and had thrown it at a sorrel goddess. The pale liquid would have spilled from her cheeks down her throat, the milky trail ending near the middle of her chest. It would have then spread along her belly, splashing up like waves tickling a boat. Finally, it would have traveled up those slender legs, completely coating them. It wouldn't do good to forget about those golden dapples that were scattered atop her body, either.
It was sudden, her stopping. Unlike many of the whores out here, Kaisen did not scream of her presence. She merely stood there in the half-light of the early evening, cool eyes sliding over the scenery. If Fate would have it, a stud would come, if not, then she was meant to be alone. She would have to deal with it, most likely to become one of those crazed hags that stories speak of. A shuddering sigh whispered from her lips, disappearing into a soft wind. Waiting. But for what? Only time could tell, and He wasn't speaking.
never say never
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