Posted by Era on December 6, 2008, 4:50 pm
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ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Name: Era
Age: 2
Breed: mutt
Gender: mare
Personal Strength
Personal Weakness
Minor Objective: get a friend to manipulate
Super Objective: kill baraqel
Kingdom Preference: Solira
Intended Class: Scholar
Sample Post: She is nothing of normal, though you wouldn't be given suspicion with her looks. When she enters the world it is far too bright, so when she opens her eyes for the first time they flutter shut, offering you a hint of ruddy gold for irises. Her tiny body seems so delicate; every arch and angle looks like it was shaped from a thin sheet of glass. Even if she was malnourished like her, the bones dressed in mostly tawny baby fur, she seemed twice as healthy. Her breathing – so unhurried and punctual that it was as if she had practiced in the womb. Upon reaching the real world she didn't seem as curious with it as it did with her. The baby doll was curled like a napping kitten, front legs sprawled and parallel to each other, nose kissing the fluffy black tufts of her tail. Like her mother laying unconscious next to her the daughter seemed to have fallen asleep.
The movement of her head and her eyelids were synchronized, her finely carved skull lifted in the same turn as her lids jutted open. Suddenly she seemed animated and aware of her new environment. Her eyes skimmed everything, the scenery leaving bruises imprinted on her reeling mind. Indeed they were a color possessed neither of her parents, but Semele had seen the same reddish-gold eyes set in her sire's face. They were pretty eyes but they lacked the wonder and the curiosity that normally overwhelmed children. Instead they were skeptical of any and every detail they absorbed.
Slowly the child rose on her too-thin legs, stumbling gracelessly but quickly learning from trial and error on how to hold herself on high. Her petite muzzle reached out to embrace the back legs of her quiet mother. It was as if she was expecting the woman to rise soon, yet Semele remained still. Losing interest the girl turned away to look at the silhouettes gathered round them. She reached out again but before she embrace one of those large shadows she pulled away, ears flattened and eyes daring. Now her back is turned to the others as she stumbled back to her mother and nudges into her underbelly, finding the peak of a nipple. She fed greedily and wickedly, pulling and nipping, wanting the nectar to make her stronger as she realized her own hunger.
Semele would wake and raise her head, turning her body into a more comfortable position. She had let out a soft, startled note as she felt something pull on one of the more tender parts of her body. She had fallen unconscious and was stirring now, blood trickling down from her forelock. Her eyes, trembling with tears, searched for the source of her discomfort. The siren held in a breath as she watched her child in all her perfection – healthy, breathing, beautiful. Something of a laugh escapes her throat as she curls around the smaller creature and begins to let her mouth dote on her. Semele smoothed every strand of hair down, reveling in the tenderness and texture. Finally she had her child, someone who would never leave her, someone who would unconditionally love and be dependent upon her. The very sensation was consuming, turning her blood warm and heart into thunder. And then she says a name, her baby's name, christening her for life: Thyone.
Disrupted by the touches Thyone raises her head and lets out a cooing sound; even at such a young age it was clear her voice was going to be just as enthralling as her mother's. She does not look at her mother however but at the blood, fascinated as it streaked from the hairline down nape of her mother's neck. Quietly she steps closer to the front of her mother, ignoring the odd feeling of having that twisted muzzle against her flesh and instead watched the blood run down. It was...it was just so...
It was just so PRETTY.
This little girl, she is nothing of normal. You can see it in those tainted eyes of hers as she seems rendered breathless by her mother's pain. You can see it in the way she reaches out for her first taste of blood, her tongue niching the stream. And you can see it in her mothers startled brown eyes that she is watching her daughter and knows that there is something there and yet not there..
Thyone, doe-eyed, young, and diseased with insanity. She'll be many things, the things mothers weep for. She's going to be the dream you wish you never had.
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Alias: Kitten
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