Post by feya on Nov 27, 2011 2:48:27 GMT -5
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[/color]PHAEDRA![/i][/color][/font]No, I am not, as others are,
Child of the angels, with a wreath
Of planets or of any star.
Picture in the making darling.[/CENTER]
i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
She has the face of an angel and a heart to match one and all. Eyes so trusting yet full of bloodlust, mixed together to create a beautiful nightmare.
Phaedra was born to two star crossed lovers of which were never meant to be, one lusted for the others’ blood, while the other wished only for his transformation into all things that meant purity and light. This of course, was not to happen from the Sedith male, he could not, he would not, but he would love her with everything he had until his demise came. She, of course was willing to risk her soul and her light for this stallion who had captured her heart and taken her whole will to live, he was her everything now and for him she was to die. Together they would create a beautiful nightmare, and she would grow into her mother’s lightness as well as beauty, but have her father’s frightening traits that would forever be evidence of her father’s love for her mother. They denied their callings in order to love, became almost mortal… And in the deep darkness of a blackened cave far below the crust of the Earth of which all the equines walked upon, Phaedra was birthed.
Moonlight shone down from above, lighting a white filly with large, gorgeous wings. Long, spindly legs held her up soon after she had been cleaned by her father, he looked down at her mother and watched as she gave a weary smile to the filly that was her daughter. ”My dear child, you’re gorgeous and the spitting image of your father.” Came the soft, dancing lyrics from the female with a light smile. ”I disagree,” Countered the male part to this symphony, the perfect tune dancing and mingling from their mouths. Indeed, the child looked like her father for both were pure white, snowy in color. Where she had wings though from her mother, he had none. Slight sharpened fangs protruded from beneath her lips as did his, but unlike him blood was not necessary for her to live. Sure supplements were needed now and then maybe for an energy booth, but on Phae as a young foal it just looked adorable.
She was such a bony little thing, though soon she would grow into her legs and tall, thin build. Extending her wings she flapped them lightly with a soft yawn, wide crimson eyes looking about curiously even with the fatigue setting in from all this work she’d put in. Phaedra’s parents laughed and tucked her in close between their bodies, the black Pegasus smiling and resting her head over her daughter’s neck while the white Aurex covered both of them with his large cranium and muscular neck. The family fell asleep, and after that the years seemed to fly.
As Phaedra grew older so did she in looks. She filled out splendidly and by the age of two was a total of 15.2 hands high. Her coat was still pure white like her father’s own but her wings had grown inky black feathers near the end, as well her hooves turned from their pearly tones into that same shimmering black down upon her feet. No other changes could be seen though in the mare, she was still tall and the image of elegance. Her heart was pure and big, welcoming one and all the child was truly taking after her mother. When she learned of the different alliances she could join and of what her parents had been, the filly knew she wished to be an Incarnate as her mother had previously been. Proudly the couple smiled down to their daughter and nodded in encouragement, watching as she set out from the lands, flying high and soaring with the birds in the skies.
Long before when she was just a child the young mare had learned her element was air, and upon discovering this while out on an adventure she found a small companion of which travels with her to this day. She has completed training in the air mask and is slowly working on honing her power to create lesser zephyrs. Almost she has this mastered, which has her companion thrilled! It was a small blue jay that just started tagging along that day, and since then had never left. So, together they traveled to the land where the Incarnates lived, and she found an amulet to press within a necklace that would join the one of amber that rest upon her neck already. She’d been accepted instantly, and since then, only a year later, she’s now roaming the lands and being happy as ever.
Phaedra was born to two star crossed lovers of which were never meant to be, one lusted for the others’ blood, while the other wished only for his transformation into all things that meant purity and light. This of course, was not to happen from the Sedith male, he could not, he would not, but he would love her with everything he had until his demise came. She, of course was willing to risk her soul and her light for this stallion who had captured her heart and taken her whole will to live, he was her everything now and for him she was to die. Together they would create a beautiful nightmare, and she would grow into her mother’s lightness as well as beauty, but have her father’s frightening traits that would forever be evidence of her father’s love for her mother. They denied their callings in order to love, became almost mortal… And in the deep darkness of a blackened cave far below the crust of the Earth of which all the equines walked upon, Phaedra was birthed.
Moonlight shone down from above, lighting a white filly with large, gorgeous wings. Long, spindly legs held her up soon after she had been cleaned by her father, he looked down at her mother and watched as she gave a weary smile to the filly that was her daughter. ”My dear child, you’re gorgeous and the spitting image of your father.” Came the soft, dancing lyrics from the female with a light smile. ”I disagree,” Countered the male part to this symphony, the perfect tune dancing and mingling from their mouths. Indeed, the child looked like her father for both were pure white, snowy in color. Where she had wings though from her mother, he had none. Slight sharpened fangs protruded from beneath her lips as did his, but unlike him blood was not necessary for her to live. Sure supplements were needed now and then maybe for an energy booth, but on Phae as a young foal it just looked adorable.
She was such a bony little thing, though soon she would grow into her legs and tall, thin build. Extending her wings she flapped them lightly with a soft yawn, wide crimson eyes looking about curiously even with the fatigue setting in from all this work she’d put in. Phaedra’s parents laughed and tucked her in close between their bodies, the black Pegasus smiling and resting her head over her daughter’s neck while the white Aurex covered both of them with his large cranium and muscular neck. The family fell asleep, and after that the years seemed to fly.
As Phaedra grew older so did she in looks. She filled out splendidly and by the age of two was a total of 15.2 hands high. Her coat was still pure white like her father’s own but her wings had grown inky black feathers near the end, as well her hooves turned from their pearly tones into that same shimmering black down upon her feet. No other changes could be seen though in the mare, she was still tall and the image of elegance. Her heart was pure and big, welcoming one and all the child was truly taking after her mother. When she learned of the different alliances she could join and of what her parents had been, the filly knew she wished to be an Incarnate as her mother had previously been. Proudly the couple smiled down to their daughter and nodded in encouragement, watching as she set out from the lands, flying high and soaring with the birds in the skies.
Long before when she was just a child the young mare had learned her element was air, and upon discovering this while out on an adventure she found a small companion of which travels with her to this day. She has completed training in the air mask and is slowly working on honing her power to create lesser zephyrs. Almost she has this mastered, which has her companion thrilled! It was a small blue jay that just started tagging along that day, and since then had never left. So, together they traveled to the land where the Incarnates lived, and she found an amulet to press within a necklace that would join the one of amber that rest upon her neck already. She’d been accepted instantly, and since then, only a year later, she’s now roaming the lands and being happy as ever.
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Phaedra is a very happy young jewel who only seems to be capable of seeing the silver lining to any situation. Her upbringing was one of brightness, butterflies and being a child as one should be allowed to be, her parents had been nothing but encouraging and thus she was content. Though always had she been curious as a foal, off wondering about and having a sense for adventure. This hasn’t really left her today yet either, to this very day Phaedra loves to have a good adventure.
Along with this though she has a great sense of humor, always the one to laugh and lighten up a dark mood the halfling keeps a smile upon her maw, baring her fangs in such a friendly, sweet manner. If you look into her eyes you’d see only compassion and warmth, friendship is always offered there in her eyes, a place to rest and a home to come back to each and every night. She’s motherly and has a natural paternal instinct seemingly built in. Willingly she’ll offer anyone a hand, no matter how dark or lonely and isolated they may seem to be, for Phaedra would be the one there to listen when they needed it, just someone to support them and keep company through the toughest of storms rolling their’ way.
Truly, the mare is pure of heart and has a golden personality all wrapped in a small bundle of only 15.3 hands high. She may appear somewhat frightening with her ruby eyes, white fur and feathered wings that were dipped in an inkwell of black as she grew older, as well as polished hooves, but really she’s one of the sweetest mares one would ever find. Slight hips and feminine curves rolling off her with every movement, even when she stands still she’s still filled with this everlasting life and sense of hope. When she is still, you can still see her spirit dancing as she does upon the winds, as she does over the ground even with each step she takes after to end that stillness. A mostly quiet mare who has her bursts when she’s rather outgoing and young like a foal. She’s a believer that anything is possible, if you wish for it hard enough and will it to be, and what will be will be, no one can stop that. There seems to be no temper that comes with Phaedra, not unless you dig deep, deep down within the darkest part of her soul, only a small portion but there’s one there somewhere. Just look and you’ll be able to find that at least.
Along with this though she has a great sense of humor, always the one to laugh and lighten up a dark mood the halfling keeps a smile upon her maw, baring her fangs in such a friendly, sweet manner. If you look into her eyes you’d see only compassion and warmth, friendship is always offered there in her eyes, a place to rest and a home to come back to each and every night. She’s motherly and has a natural paternal instinct seemingly built in. Willingly she’ll offer anyone a hand, no matter how dark or lonely and isolated they may seem to be, for Phaedra would be the one there to listen when they needed it, just someone to support them and keep company through the toughest of storms rolling their’ way.
Truly, the mare is pure of heart and has a golden personality all wrapped in a small bundle of only 15.3 hands high. She may appear somewhat frightening with her ruby eyes, white fur and feathered wings that were dipped in an inkwell of black as she grew older, as well as polished hooves, but really she’s one of the sweetest mares one would ever find. Slight hips and feminine curves rolling off her with every movement, even when she stands still she’s still filled with this everlasting life and sense of hope. When she is still, you can still see her spirit dancing as she does upon the winds, as she does over the ground even with each step she takes after to end that stillness. A mostly quiet mare who has her bursts when she’s rather outgoing and young like a foal. She’s a believer that anything is possible, if you wish for it hard enough and will it to be, and what will be will be, no one can stop that. There seems to be no temper that comes with Phaedra, not unless you dig deep, deep down within the darkest part of her soul, only a small portion but there’s one there somewhere. Just look and you’ll be able to find that at least.
FEYA//JJ
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