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Post by scatterheart on May 6, 2011 22:27:43 GMT -5
Name: Andrestei
Age: IV Years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Fox trotter x Arabian
Height: 16 hh
Coat Color: Pitch
Mane/tail Color: Ebony
Eye Color: Sanguine
Markings: A light red mark above base of tail
Alignment: Dark
About: The dame is constructed with elegance and catastrophe within her majestic threads. Her coat is one of pure ebony, clinging to her frame in symphonic harmony. Her mane and tail are of the same pitched hue, a midnight toxin that sweeps against her fantasia like body in subtle caresses of silken strands. IN her addictive personality, she is as dangerous and treacherous as Poseidon’s ethereal grave, the femme is a wasteland of emotion. She is a void temptress slaked in the wicked sin and temptation of man, illuminated by a majestic grace that consumes and burns the pallor of her gracious soul which writhes in the flames of her own tempestuous hell. She is as unchanging as the mountains, set in her ways and a challenging siren for the lavished vocals that escape her dulcet throat are an entrancing fever song cast from the honey dripping tongue of a charming Juliet. She in entrapping, ensnaring as the arachnid she resembles, the fabled Black Widow which draws the body close with her entwining webs of coquettish mystery and nymphetemine words issued to kiss away the pain of past rejections only to open the lacerations wide when she shoves you so tenderly away. Once her death grip loosens around the fluttering heart, she becomes as cold as some forsaken glacier queen, and you begin to question your sanity. (Did I ever truly know you, sweet Aphrodite?) The resounding answer which echoes in eerie chilling rhapsody each time is a single syllable escaped from a breathless sigh of unrequited passions. no… No…NO! Every time one thinks that the shadows which engulf her true persona are ripped from her flesh, she only draws her concealment of enigma closer to her regal shoulders further veiling herself in a smoky miasma of poisonous harsh words. There are no closely kindled words which light the drowned fire within her riotous heart and no whispers breach the shell in which she contains the blackened organ in her rib cage – she is without the notions of love and there for, she is in her own standards indestructible.
History:
-Born outside
-Abandoned her mother to die at the jaws of wolves at a young age
-Has wandered alone since her mother’s unfortunate demise.
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