''AND;; and THE NiGHT HAS COME'';;

[allisunn]

Fate…!

The basics…!

Name: Fate
Age: 4
Gender: mare
Species: pegasus
Special abilities?:none

What is on the outside…!

Breed: Russian Arabian
Coat color: dappled grey
Strange markings?: Her wings have circular white markings on them and her eyes are a light violet.
Appearance: I'm no so good at this...

Her head is dynamically shaped, thus so in a finely dished head that conveys the purity of her breed. Eyes large, able to scan the skies, her ears small, well shaped as her small nose and wide forehead distinct. From her Visage, it swiftly moves through to a dark serpentine neck, gracefully arched and a mane so thick and long that it touches her shoulders. It beautiful pallid strands struck out by her darkened gray color. Her chest and shoulders and strong, powerful so her wings are able to carry her at swift speeds. A silhouette so thin, but mighty that has the curves and appeal any stallion would love. Her fleece is not the usual light dapple. It is dark, almost black with light dapples upon her barrel, chest, and rump. Her banner, so long it drags on in the sky, is the same white as her tassel, so long and silky. Shanks that are thin and strong, while small gems are strip'd and hardy.

Look a little deeper…!

Likes: A gallantry of things, many including the air, the ay the clouds shape and form, mornings and evenings, and the lush feelings of cold 'pon her wings. She loves foals, stallions, and above all, the moon.
Dislikes: few things, though she is young. She does not like reptilian creatures though she does not shy from them. She will run from spiders though.
Fears: Spiders
Wants: Love. What else for a young mare who hasn't felt loves warmth yet?
Goal?: To be good.
Personality: At times, even she doesn't know herself. Yes, she is a Pegasus, but no, she hasn't lived long enough to truly know herself. She is strangely wise for her age, thinking of things as they should be, and not trying for the stupid drama and vestige most think of whilst young. She is strangely a calm mare. Not always though is she so silent. Betimes you can anger her to your disadvantage. She is a very quick witted mare, able to think of things quickly, able to understand problems to a point, and listens carefully. Though her input may be useless to older horses, she still is one to give wisdom to those few who are younger, though only by a few years. She follows an old gods precept, "Love as Thou Wilt," and she does love, but not the truly, untouched, sacred, bond of trust between two, though she longs for it. She comes from a bad background, and unfortunately, it forces her to deal with instincts she doesnt want, evil instincts to kill, to start wars, and to wreck havoc. But wants to be good, and tries her best.

My Criminal background…!

History:

''not everyone can live on themselves;;

Between a father who was murderous, a mother who was a whore, or the brothers and sisters who were infused to incest. Disgusting creatures. And through this, she did not come out unscathed. Whether it was simple mentally scarred, or physically broken, she didn't know, but she figured it a combination of both.

''fear is nothing but an excuse;;

She was born to an Arabian mother and father, both were Pegasus. Both were unrelated. The first yet. But she had grown in a place where brothers and sisters mated 'pon liking and disliking. It was disgusting, and she seemed the only one who knew it. Love as thou wilt. Something they took so differently from her, someone who could think clearly, though secretly. How she managed to keep virgin in that mess, she doesn't know, but it was something she can never forget.

''a little too afraid, but remember, you can never leave;;

She was beaten until she could escape at the the young age of three. Her father the usual raiser of torment. How, do you ask, a horse beat upon a beautiful, petite, harmless creature with out hating themselves? They had to be mindless, selfish, and mentally deprived. Here, she had been beaten close to death, and for this, she no longer trusts. Love was always a sign of retreat, something you could only get with the right creature. And finally all havoc relented, and she escaped with barely her life, hardly her mind.

''and though you might run, they will always follow;;

she got out alive, and hopefully, hopefully, she would be able to live once more, she thought. Sparks of tantrum here and there, a few murders, another couple misgivings. And with every moment she learns. She was not born a stupid creature. She had always figured herself an evil thing, something to be loathed were ever she went. Though she hardly told a soul, never has, about her past, she has always left them with a sence of distrust. Now, she is in search of a place of acceptance, for she is too good at brooding, at silence, at keeping to her own thoughts, and at preventing herself from killing, to stay away from others any longer.
kingdom:Swinica