Post by lyric on Jun 4, 2017 21:20:14 GMT -5
Completed
Age - ThreeBreed - Arabian
Gender - Female
Color - Roan Chestnut
Height - 14.2 hh
Markings - A splashed white face, and four white stockings.
Alliance - Indifferent
Shape Shift Animal - Whiptail Wallaby
Personality - Nerina is the type to avoid speaking an excess amount of words, though she thoroughly enjoys a good conversation. She has enough patience for two horses. Most are afraid of making mistakes, but Nerina is not; she is seemingly indifferent, but always learns from those mistakes. Nerina's presence in life is not one of an attention demanding queen, but the opposite.
History/Sample Post - The sun greeting the new day turns the sky pale violet red. Beams of sun cast its rays on gently floating clouds. A field of sandy brown grasses rolls with the breeze and carries the sound of crickets and locusts calling their goodbyes to the night. The olive green and saddle brown trees whisper "goodbye" to the midnight blue sky. The sound of a muffled canter floats on the wind.
The hoofsteps slowed their rhythm to a walk as they entered a thicket. As the sun was still very low, rays of sun were horizontally thrown across the trunks of the trees. Nerina had chosen to take a stroll around what was to be officially called her home soon. The spread out thickets were the only rest from the relentless high noon sun in the meadowed grassland.
As she wandered, so did her mind. Her father and mother had been slowly giving her advice on the 'royal' life, especially having the threat of the Demonic and Angelic tribes beginning another civil war. After a few weeks, she felt quite ready. Not overly confident, but still humble to those who she knew knew more than her. It was strange to think about, the passing of the ceremonial ivy crown, and how many times it will be passed in the future. . .
The sun, to Nerina's surprise, had gained momentum since appearing from the horizon. She mentally sighed, switching the direction of her wandering and now walked briskly with some sense of purpose. Though their lot was not a herd of big ceremonies, they had collectively agreed to have some sort of crowning.
She entered the chosen thicket due to a strangely odd collection of fallen trees; fallen sentinel after fallen sentinel somehow were arranged horizontally side by side, which created a sort of terrace in which mosses thrived. Here, her parents were waiting, slightly elevated about a foot or two above the ground. Nerina joined them and viewed the rest of the herd from her high ground, both literally and figuratively.
Being the only child, this was her inevitable destiny, which Nerina looked upon with a determination of completing a challenge. "We have decided it is the time to further the royal line. The next reigning monarch is our daughter, Nerina." Her father, Rae, motioned his head for her to move forward. From the clinging ivy ascending the trees, Rae fashioned a crown with the elemental mastery, and placed it on the top of her head.
The rest of the herd pawed the peat and moss covered ground in approval. Nerina felt a good confidence within her, as she accepted the new position allowing her parents to relax for the rest of their life without worry, knowing that the herd was going to be well taken care of.
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