i n t o x i c a t i n g _athena_

[`* isis]

i was dubbed A T H E N A

these T H R E E winters ago

to lovely A K H A L T E K E equines

as a M A I D E N fair and lovely

with a L I G H T soul

and M I D N I G H T B L A C K coat

this S L I D E S H O W of my life

[/b] born three winters ago, to a pair of fiery chestnut akhal tekes, athena was the heir to her father’s land. no male heir was born to nyx and kronos, and no other pairing within the herd produced a young prince to take possesion of kronos’s herd. of course, as it was, among equines it is a given that the leader of a herd is male; however, one particular foal among the roster stood out to the dominant stallion. athena, the sole midnight pelted equine in the numerous herd. like no other filly in the herd, athena was intelligent, cunning, ambitious. a born leader, and one worth following, at that. so she became the heiress to the noble herd of akhal tekes that roamed unchecked through the wilderness. they were an unstoppable force, forever enduring on the plains, where her sire’s great great grandsire had escaped from the confines of human domestication. They were well adapted to that area, and, though they lived dangerously close to human civilization, not one homo sapien hand marred the delicate skin of those wild tekes. and they were proud.

for the better part of athena’s life, almost two years, these horses went untouched by the ravages of the human possession. But humans were encroaching fast upon these steeds, and much of the herd was decimated with the unbreakable, inescapable greed of humans. most of the herd, including nyx, athena’s mother, and her half sister artemis, were captured by humans. only kronos and athena remained of the once great herd, and soon, after his broken leg began to fester, even her magnificent father was gone. Without anyone around to help her, Athena struggled to survive, falling prey to various predators many a times, only managing to escape with quick wits and a few well-aimed kicks.

wandering far from home, athena at last came upon midnight acres, emaciated and desolate. after a few months, though, she began recovering back into the sleek and powerful goddess that was her namesake. Of course, these lands were so very different from the sandy grasslands she’s grown up on, but she managed to adapt to the fertile atmosphere with ease. and now her story begins again, the twisted threads of her life weaving out an invisible, obscure, arcane future. [/color]

these S N A P S H O T S of a goddess[/b] athena is your typical akhal teke; lean, slender, and built for speed. Her coats gleams black as pitch, with the trademark teke metallic sheen to it. she has long legs that are, like the rest of her willowy frame, built for speed and stamina. Don’t be deceived by her delicate appearance, though; athena is tougher than nails, and she is not the weak fairy tale equine most make her out to be. she stands fairly tall, at 16.3 hands tall, with wispy silken tresses that match her coat's metallic black hue. her large eyes are also black and rimmed with dark lashes that give her an innocent expression. her neck is long and thin, and her ears are set high on her cranium, allowing greater room to swivel. she mas no white on her bodice, ssave for her two hind legs, which have each a small sock of the pearliest white.

a peek into the I N S A N I T Y athena quite intelligent and cunning, remarkably so for such a relatively young mare. she is usually very kind, and loyal, but most of the time, she is spunky, hot headed and witty. to a few, she can come off as rather barbaric for her lack of restraint around strangers, but she just sees herself as friendly and open. though she in anything but naïve, athena is quite trusting of other equines, and will openly converse with almost anyone, including herself. she is loyal to those she has befriended, and will do whatever necessary for them, no matter the difficulty or pain it causes her. but if you get on her bad side, you had better head out of the country and change your name. if you are unfortunate enough to earn her contempt, she will not rest until whomever it is who has caused her grief is, at the very least, dealt with, if not obliterated. She can be quite moody at times, but, in the big picture, she is friendly and funny.

i T O O K a shot [quote author=spinks board=dekerafalls thread=897 post=3236 time=1228792378]

the ebony and pearl splashed coat of the graceful equine slid in and out of view as she slunk through the shadowy forest, silent and nimble as a cat. not a sound -not leaf nor twig crunched underfoot, not a shrub disturbed or a tree rustled- marked her passage through the timber and toward the curious sound of falling water. her auds pricked forward with interest as the sound grew more pronounced, wafted toward her frame by the same cool summer breeze that tugged gently at her long, silken tresses and cooled her sweat-lathered pelt with its tendrils of pleasantly cold air. she had been walking for countless kilometers through this alien land, unsure of were exactly she was headed. parched as she was, isis had immediately followed the thirst-inducing sound of running water to its source, curiosity winning out over self-preservation and fear of the unknown-as it often did.

the intricate pattern of resonance that belonged to the sound of water over stones became louder as she seemingly drifted closer, such was the grace with which her feathered legs moved in perfect synchronization. her nares flared widely to drink in the scents that were captured in the tiny clearing she strode into, stopping on the fringe of the last remaining trees to scan the strangely -though calmingly so- empty meadow. the grasses here swayed to the whim of a light breeze, tiny purple and white flowers interspersed among the green foliage of the field. directly adjacent to isis's languid form, a hundred meters or so away, were the falls whose sounds had lured her to this magical little place. crystal clear water splashed with a soothing rhythm into the little pool below.

swallowing convulsively to quench the sudden flare of thirst the sight of water brought on, isis broke into a smooth trot across the meadow, the profuse feathering on her dainty iron pillars swishing to and fro with every long stride. in a matter of seconds, she slid to a standstill at the edge of the small body of water the falls ran into, glancing about once more with her rich chocolate orbs before dipping her velvet muzzle daintily into the glass-clear water to drink. the cool liquid smoothed out her parched throat with its nourishing hydration, and isis drank more deeply now, wading out into the shallow pool a little ways to wash away the disgusting sweat the stained her ivory legs a ghastly shade of brown and caked dirt into her beribboned fetlocks. it felt good.

after wading about in the water for a bit, isis stepped out feeling refreshed, and a little ashamed to see her frolicking had turned the lovely water a shade browner than it should have been. shaking out her dripping coat, she busied herself with taming the hunger that snarled in her stomach now, her ivory teeth quickly uprooting the sweet, delicious stalks of wild grasses that whispered a palliative melody around her now clean limbs. the sun glimmered off her once again black and pearl coat with almost blinding intensity. her forelock hung over her optics, obscuring not only her vision with a spider web of silken hair, but any onlooker's view of her dainty cranium.

a complete waste of time
face the music white horse - taylor swift
eat your five hundred and thirty six lying words
notes rp sample from here

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