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[lovinginthelight]

Name | Shoah
Age | IV Falls
Gender | XX
Breed | Mutt [Akhal TekeXFriesianXMorab]
Height | 14.2
Build | long ears & neck, narrow chest, long back, flat ribs, legs long and slender, long mane and tail
Coat Color | Bay
Mane/tail Color | ink
Eye Color | Coal
Markings | Dark points
Alignment |Dark

Quick Personality

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Morbid

Taciturn

Polite

Low Sense of Worth

Frightened

Immoral

Morbid. After the events that have happened to Shoah, she has developed a lack of optimism with the rest of the world. Many whom long of bright and bubbly company will find so solace with his female. Oh, it's a bright and sunny day? Too bad it's hot. Met a new acquaintance; Just another person to lose to the cruel jaws of death.


Taciturn. This is yet another trait that the bay has picked up after her loved ones. She has learned from trial and error, that few creatures enjoy speaking of terrors that are real. That, coupled with the fact that Shoah seems no reason to get close to another person. She listens some, and talks even less.


Polite. Perhaps the one of the only things that has stayed is the manners that a persistent mother drilled into her offspring. There are common sense to Shoah, and because she believes them so, it is rather irritating for the female to find one which does on uphold a certain level of politeness with others.


Low Sense of Worth. Another childhood trait that followed Shoah. Because of the the daily life that surrounded her as a child, Shoah believes that she's nothing more than an item, a possession to be owned. In this female's mind, she believes she is to have children under whomever she follows, take care of these children, and then have more whenever they are no longer in need of her care. If one is not having children, then one isn't worth anything.


Frightened. Nightmares are constantly plaguing the mind of those who have witnessed terrible things. This is no different for Shoah. She constantly is revisited by the ghost of her son and images of bodies belonging to those she was close to. This causes her to become skittish and constantly crying in terror of the things she cannot escape.


Immoral. After all she has witnessed, Shoah no loger has a line determining what is right and what is wrong. After all, most of the normal day life she had witnessed before the tragedy happened was already flawed to most of normal creatures standards. This line was erased even more after watching others be slaughtered mercilessly in front of her. Because of this, Shoah is desensitized to the rest of the word's pain. This also allows her to say and do things which , should most events in her life never happen, would be known as wrong.

Quick History

Year I

* Born in the Fall

*Learned about Caleb

Year II

*Started exploring past the mist

Year III

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*Raped by Caleb

Year IV

*Adrian born/killed

*Slaughter of the herd

*left the Wetlands

"A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space."

Joseph Conrad

When you have selfish men, creatures of the senses, seekers of pleasure, there can be no peace; at some point in time, what one man sees as his own, will have found its place next to another. In that moment, nothing will stop the desire, the complete blood lust to achieve what is "rightfully" his, and all those who find themselves foolishly standing in the way shall acquire a cruel merciless end. There is no justice with these men; there's only bloodshed.

Little was know about the dismal bog we called home. Not even the eldest of souls seemed to tap into the full potential of the land. Vast and uncharted, they had wondered the wetlands, finding nearly no span of dry, sun kissed grass. Vegetation sprang from the watery grave at intervals, providing a meager supply of food. Water littered the land as far as the eye could see, and all that grew was damp, rotting within it's own life blood, just as we who dwell here seem to rot within our own paradise; waiting, always waiting for something, (if anything) to change the world we reflected. We were secluded. Therefore, in the elders eyes', we were safe.

When I was born, the souls of these people, my people, had intertwined with the land from years of living, dying, existing within it. This place was ours, and from what it seemed, it would remain so far past the years of my children many generations after us. I dreamed of little girls, bouncing, playing, breathing by my side. It was the females that were stewards of the land. Anything male (besides the heir) would be slaughtered at birth to prevent competition; That was just the way it was, and no one ever complained. However, just as their lives would perish, peace, at times is slaughtered as well. Of course, this was never our choice. It's never really anyone's choice to create destruction of their world.

Mother told me of a time, years after the deceased elders had arrived, of a birthing. That year, an heir had been born with the name of Caleb. He had grown strong, living up to every wish of our silent leader. However, this son wished naught to be slowly groomed into the throne, always rotting just as we did; no, as he grew, he would gradually test his father, finding ways to undermine him until he was a nuisance the stone-like man couldn't ignore. It was that day that our silent leader demanded his only son to leave. Few maidens left with him, cutting our numbers in half. Not everyone wish to wait, to rot within their own story as my mother had done, as her mother had done, so they left.

Rumors of Caleb came in waves. Some years, he was said to have stolen mares, killed those who spoke ill of him, and attempt to kill our leader. Others, there wasn't any word of the son whom fell from grace years ago. After a while, he was merely a story, meant to scare little ones from wandering past the mist. For three years, I never believed in him. The few times I slipped past my mother's watchful gaze, I found nothing but barren land past the mist. Yet, the year I became a woman, finally fit to attend meetings with the other maidens, and finally eligible to become a concubine to the king, I saw him for the first time.

I had foolishly wandered from our domain, too preoccupied with the curiosity of a new scent that I trailed him for a mile or two. Within an hour, I lost his trail only to find that the prey had been stalking the predator. Caleb over took me easily, planting aggressive kisses along my neck. Trapped, he forced himself upon me breathing taunting words within my ear. I never wanted this baby. I never wanted him. I never wanted this. Yet, Caleb didn't heed the screams that came from my frightened lips. He didn't even attempt to keep me when I hastily ran from him, after the whole ordeal.

When Spring came 'round again, everyone had known of the sins I had committed. They knew that this child was not one that had been planned by the court. This wasn't one carefully selected and times and given a name before I could even learn of it's existence. Adrian was small from the moment he was born. He mirrored ever bit of his fathers appearance, all except for his gentle eyes. These eyes belonged to my mother, and it was the only thing that allowed me to love him after all that had happened.

It didn't take long from them to drag him away, hastily silencing the screams of my only son long before I could speak against it; but I would have been silence, for this was the way that it was, even though I resented them. I hated them for the laws we must abide when this child was mine. I wasn't the only one that wished to end the reign of our merciless king. Within moments of my son screaming, shadows emerged from the mist. Caleb and his band moved swiftly towards injustice that had just been done. He nudged the body of our loveless child before starting a spark. A challenge towards my father, our leader.

I remember little after that moment. Bodies moved, water splashed then dyed red against the ink colored sky. Brother turned on brother, families were ripped to shreds, and no one seemed to bat an eyelash. My sobbing could barely be heard over the screams of anguish and rage that cut upon the silence that once hung before. I huddled next to the water staring at the child that once would have been mine. That wasn't my son anymore. Soon after my mother joined him, lifeless upon the floor. Easily a creature had came up behind me, knocking me out cold against the damp floor, and that was it. Everything was ruined. Everything was red.

When I came too, all that seemed to be left were the corpses littering the water. They stared up at me as if they were begging I save them from their permanent fate. I moved past them, counting each of my fallen loved ones in the water. I walked past my mother, my father, my son, and even the monster Caleb whom had started all this. I walked past the mist and the lands that laid ahead, and I wondered if I could walk forever and see them.

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