Post by the Mirthless Smile on Dec 26, 2007 15:58:05 GMT -5
Name: Thale (thail)
Age: six years
Appearance: head is long in the saddlebred fashion, but dished like an arab’s; short, curved neck covered by a medium-length wavy mane; large expressive eyes; small ears with tips that curl in
Alliance: damned
Build: elegant; a bit too thick in places to be slender; short backed; high tail carriage; long and dished in face;
Breed: Mutt; Andalusian x Saddlebred x Arab type
Colour: dark grey roan
Eyes: Violet
Gender: female
Height: 14.3 hands
Markings: a star a brushed between her eyes, the white color fading as it runs down her face before the stroke is finished with a small snip between her flaring nostrils
Mane and Tail: black
Personality: Brooding and cold. Many say she’s devoid of soul or conscience, indifferent to pain or suffering. Her’s is a persona born of hatred for all that lives and a fear of being hurt. Thale's past has left scars in her flesh and in her heart, but not in her spirit. Though she's eaten away at her sould and left herself a hallow-hearted being, something in her longs to feel an emotion other than hate or pain or disgust. Her heart and mind are hardened to all words, gentle or cruel, sincere or sarcastic. Everything about her is calloused from abused and neglect, but under it might remain a fragment of a former Thale. The demeanor of a Light is lost to her and she could never live her life as such, so she lives among the damned, the same group that mistreated her in her youth.
History: Born in the pastures of the Lights, Thale was abducted in a raid as a yearling. The chaos of the day haunted her for sometime. Her dreams were filled with visions of her sire's blood pooling around him and mixing with rain, his life lost in the fight for her safety. And of her month old brother's mangled body half submerged in a muddy hole, killed out of pleasure and to break the heart and spirit of his mother. The stallion who stole Thale intended to give her to his son as a slave on his fourth spring, and so she remained with him until her second year. But the stallion was in debt to another that he was in alliance with as a result of his son stealing and raping one of the other's daughters. Thale went to pay the debt, trading hands like property. Her existence with this new stallion was less tolerated than it had been with the previous. She suffered torturing of terrible severity at the hands of the stallion six sons. At first her spirit wavered, and when it did they tortured her more. Eventually she hardened herself to their cruelty, and, losing interest in their toy, the sons traded her for a softer, more easily broken soul. Thus Thale became to property of another, crueler being. But this one was not masculine. The mate of the stallion who owned her now became jealous of the affection, however poorly it was shown, that her mate gave his new possession. This mare scarred and starved Thale to make her less appealing to the eye so that her mate would reject her. But the spirit in Thale would not stand for the beatings and malnutrition, so in the dead of night she exterminated the cruel mare. But the wrath of the stallion was turned on her and she was locked away in the darkest corner of the territory where the sun refused to shine. In this cold, dark, desolate place Thale was beaten more and worse than ever before. In the times she was left alone, bruised and bleeding, she turned her hate upon herself. Slowly she began to eat away at her own soul, turning into an unfeeling beast and a shell of her former self. But the anger still raged within her and she vented it by murdering her suppressor. But for Thale this was not enough. She found her way back to the stallion and his six sons and slaughtered all of them and every other stallion or colt in the territory. Still unsatisfied, she returned to the stallion who had first taken her from her peaceful life with the Lights, slaughtering him and his son, whom she blamed for the whole of her pathetic story. But her story would not end there. Thale found love, or what she thought to be it. For two years, until her fifth year, she lived a simple life with her lover. Her time of hell was forgotten and unknown to the one who loved her. But all would never be well for Thale the Damned. She came across a scene no beloved wants to see: her lover and another. The rage of the past ran hot through her veins once more and Thale was compelled to kill again, first the other, then her lover. As she stood over his mauled body she softly whispered to herself, her lover, and the world
“It’s better this way.”
Picture: none as of yet >.<
Age: six years
Appearance: head is long in the saddlebred fashion, but dished like an arab’s; short, curved neck covered by a medium-length wavy mane; large expressive eyes; small ears with tips that curl in
Alliance: damned
Build: elegant; a bit too thick in places to be slender; short backed; high tail carriage; long and dished in face;
Breed: Mutt; Andalusian x Saddlebred x Arab type
Colour: dark grey roan
Eyes: Violet
Gender: female
Height: 14.3 hands
Markings: a star a brushed between her eyes, the white color fading as it runs down her face before the stroke is finished with a small snip between her flaring nostrils
Mane and Tail: black
Personality: Brooding and cold. Many say she’s devoid of soul or conscience, indifferent to pain or suffering. Her’s is a persona born of hatred for all that lives and a fear of being hurt. Thale's past has left scars in her flesh and in her heart, but not in her spirit. Though she's eaten away at her sould and left herself a hallow-hearted being, something in her longs to feel an emotion other than hate or pain or disgust. Her heart and mind are hardened to all words, gentle or cruel, sincere or sarcastic. Everything about her is calloused from abused and neglect, but under it might remain a fragment of a former Thale. The demeanor of a Light is lost to her and she could never live her life as such, so she lives among the damned, the same group that mistreated her in her youth.
History: Born in the pastures of the Lights, Thale was abducted in a raid as a yearling. The chaos of the day haunted her for sometime. Her dreams were filled with visions of her sire's blood pooling around him and mixing with rain, his life lost in the fight for her safety. And of her month old brother's mangled body half submerged in a muddy hole, killed out of pleasure and to break the heart and spirit of his mother. The stallion who stole Thale intended to give her to his son as a slave on his fourth spring, and so she remained with him until her second year. But the stallion was in debt to another that he was in alliance with as a result of his son stealing and raping one of the other's daughters. Thale went to pay the debt, trading hands like property. Her existence with this new stallion was less tolerated than it had been with the previous. She suffered torturing of terrible severity at the hands of the stallion six sons. At first her spirit wavered, and when it did they tortured her more. Eventually she hardened herself to their cruelty, and, losing interest in their toy, the sons traded her for a softer, more easily broken soul. Thus Thale became to property of another, crueler being. But this one was not masculine. The mate of the stallion who owned her now became jealous of the affection, however poorly it was shown, that her mate gave his new possession. This mare scarred and starved Thale to make her less appealing to the eye so that her mate would reject her. But the spirit in Thale would not stand for the beatings and malnutrition, so in the dead of night she exterminated the cruel mare. But the wrath of the stallion was turned on her and she was locked away in the darkest corner of the territory where the sun refused to shine. In this cold, dark, desolate place Thale was beaten more and worse than ever before. In the times she was left alone, bruised and bleeding, she turned her hate upon herself. Slowly she began to eat away at her own soul, turning into an unfeeling beast and a shell of her former self. But the anger still raged within her and she vented it by murdering her suppressor. But for Thale this was not enough. She found her way back to the stallion and his six sons and slaughtered all of them and every other stallion or colt in the territory. Still unsatisfied, she returned to the stallion who had first taken her from her peaceful life with the Lights, slaughtering him and his son, whom she blamed for the whole of her pathetic story. But her story would not end there. Thale found love, or what she thought to be it. For two years, until her fifth year, she lived a simple life with her lover. Her time of hell was forgotten and unknown to the one who loved her. But all would never be well for Thale the Damned. She came across a scene no beloved wants to see: her lover and another. The rage of the past ran hot through her veins once more and Thale was compelled to kill again, first the other, then her lover. As she stood over his mauled body she softly whispered to herself, her lover, and the world
“It’s better this way.”
Picture: none as of yet >.<
