Post by unknown on Nov 24, 2008 13:38:54 GMT -5
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Name: Vex
Age: 3
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Drailia
Powers:
Name: Vex
Age: 3
Breed: Egyptian Arabian
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Drailia
Powers:
Vex can heal herself but only certain injuries, like cuts and deep gashes, but she can also heal others by licking their wounds.Description:
Vex has a deep, luxurious chocolate coat, which shimmers in the sun, and her cream mane stands out against the dark. She loves her coat, but her eyes are light blue, which stand out among the vast darkness. She loves herself, and she describes herself as being 'cream and hot choc'. She has a scar on her hind leg, from a deep wound which she managed to heal, but not completly. She hates the scar and hides it alot of the time. She is just thankful for such a beautiful coat, thanks to her mother, who gave her the chocolate coat.Personality:
Vex is a deceptive horse. She is flirty and loves getting her own way, which happens alot. She hates being locked up but she enjoys her time alone, and loves to annoy the guards. She tries her best in her life, but finds herself withdrawn alot. She used to be bubbly and sweet, but when she grew up and became a slave, she became more defensive, more withdrawn and began to resent herself. She found the only thing that kept her alive and going, was flirting with the stallions that guarded her. She was happier in her own company and she has recently discovered how much fun desception is...History:
She was a very lucky horse, as her bloodline has a long history of royalty, so she expected the best. Her father was a king, and she learnt her tricks from the mares which fawned over him, alot! She got used to the high life, till her father was murdered and she was thrown into being a slave to the new king. She hated it. She escaped, but the only thing she knows is how to serve stallions.RP Sample:
[/size][/center][/blockquote]Vexing your heart
Is easier than it looks
Striding along, long powerful legs pulling me towards somewhere I had never been. My eyes sweeped across the land lightly. I smirked at them. At nightfall, the trees seemed to spiral out and try to grab you. I stopped in the middle of a path, the wind shook the trees and made me shudder, as there spindly arms touched my coat. I laughed humbly and carried on. My eyes began to flame in their red manner and I looked down the path with those burning eyes. My legs were stained with the blood of a wolf who had troubled me long ago. The crusty red substance flaked off and I felt them peel off. I stopped at the heart off the path and stared into the lands. So creepy. So dark. So... lovable. I sighed and stayed, positioned perfectly, my head twitching to look at the many sight, my feet locked in their position and my tail swished every moment to shake off the feeling of being watched. I always got that feeling. Would it always be there? Who knew. Only the devil on my shoulder would know.
