Post by kiki on Jun 20, 2006 10:41:03 GMT -5
Name: Sapheara
Gender: dove (mare)
Side: Herd
Rank Wanted: Undefined
Coat Color: dapple gray with slightly dark points
Personality: This fae is caring and kind-hearted. Normally she is humorous, but keep in mind I said normally. Her temper is fairly short, actually. If you get her going, well then, be my guest to die. She will severely hurt someone who insults her, her lord, or her offspring. But if you insult her more then once, to heck with you! Once you get to know her she is friendly and opens up, but before that she is shy and keeps to herself.
Picture OR Physical Description: Long, muscular legs that gradually get darker as you look lower. Her mane and tail are thick and full, and her coat is fairly thin in the summer and really thick in the winter. Her dial is refined and finely drawn, and her neck is always arched unless sad. Then her dial hangs and her nape is straight. Unlike most other horses, her flints never really shine unless she gets them wet. Even then, it takes a while. Her orbs are large and set high up on her dial. Her harks are small for her head and very pointed. She carries her tail high, and her paces are swift and her legs are high stepping.
History: She was born to a low ranked sire and dam, and continued that way for a while. Her home was close to the ocean, and one day when she was 2, a horrible hurricane came. It killed her dam, and her father could not stand it. He turned dark and used Sapheara as a brood for 2 long and dreadful years. Whenever Sapheara would birth the stag would kill the foal and breed her again.
One night when her father was sleeping Sapheara ran, and her father tried to search for her. He regretted losing his daughter too, but finaly gave up knowing he had done wrong.
After wandering for a couple of months, Sapheara returned with dread in her eyes. She saw her fathers carcass, with a leg ripped from his barrel. Blood was everywhere, and the young femme walked up to his bod. She cried and sobbed over his dead body, untill she knew she had to leave.
Sapheara came here hoping to find a stag that would protect her. Now, she searches and hopes to find that one stag.
Gender: dove (mare)
Side: Herd
Rank Wanted: Undefined
Coat Color: dapple gray with slightly dark points
Personality: This fae is caring and kind-hearted. Normally she is humorous, but keep in mind I said normally. Her temper is fairly short, actually. If you get her going, well then, be my guest to die. She will severely hurt someone who insults her, her lord, or her offspring. But if you insult her more then once, to heck with you! Once you get to know her she is friendly and opens up, but before that she is shy and keeps to herself.
Picture OR Physical Description: Long, muscular legs that gradually get darker as you look lower. Her mane and tail are thick and full, and her coat is fairly thin in the summer and really thick in the winter. Her dial is refined and finely drawn, and her neck is always arched unless sad. Then her dial hangs and her nape is straight. Unlike most other horses, her flints never really shine unless she gets them wet. Even then, it takes a while. Her orbs are large and set high up on her dial. Her harks are small for her head and very pointed. She carries her tail high, and her paces are swift and her legs are high stepping.
History: She was born to a low ranked sire and dam, and continued that way for a while. Her home was close to the ocean, and one day when she was 2, a horrible hurricane came. It killed her dam, and her father could not stand it. He turned dark and used Sapheara as a brood for 2 long and dreadful years. Whenever Sapheara would birth the stag would kill the foal and breed her again.
One night when her father was sleeping Sapheara ran, and her father tried to search for her. He regretted losing his daughter too, but finaly gave up knowing he had done wrong.
After wandering for a couple of months, Sapheara returned with dread in her eyes. She saw her fathers carcass, with a leg ripped from his barrel. Blood was everywhere, and the young femme walked up to his bod. She cried and sobbed over his dead body, untill she knew she had to leave.
Sapheara came here hoping to find a stag that would protect her. Now, she searches and hopes to find that one stag.
