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{the heart wants what it wants} Dec 15, 2014 20:19:45 GMT -6

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Post by Shade on Dec 15, 2014 20:19:45 GMT -6

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{the heart wants what it wants} Dec 15, 2014 20:20:12 GMT -6

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MEDEA

18.2 HH

IMPERIUM

BLACK ON BLACK EE/aa

WHITE STAR

FEMALE

THIRTEEN

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Name: Medea

Breed: Friesian x Andalusian x Shire x Gelderland x Tennessee Walking Horse x Vladmir Draft x Shwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught x Belgian x Clydesdale x Percheron x Mustang x QH

Gender: Female

Height: 18.2 hh

Age: Thirteen years, four months

Color: Black EE/aa (genetics from last versions)

Markings: White Star

Deformities: N/A

Mane & Tail: Black

Eyes: Black

Health:

--Mental: 90% -- OCD

--Physical: 100%

Allegiance: Imperium

History: Medea was born in the lands of RLTW to a mare named Vicello, conceived of rape by her sire Nightmare (played by Fireh), Vicello abandoned the foal when she was fairly young, unable to handle the unusualness of the youngster. She wandered as a child, until she found a stallion named Selven who took her in to his home. He nurtured her, and she grew rather fond of the stallion and found pleasure in creating tension in his harem. She made a point to create tension between herself and his queen, Tortured Memory, for nothing other than simple fun. She bore him a son, who became her silent guardian Nephilim. He was her faithful child and never left his mother's side, sticking by her through her triumphs and failures.

Her interest in corpses and bones surpassed the quantity that Selven possessed so she left him for a time, becoming a rogue in the lands. She was a giant beast, and feared nothing...especially with her equally as large son. Her interest was a fickle thing, staying with several stallions but not finding any that could keep her interest for very long. Sarwin, Nightmare, Bane...the list continued to grow. She took to abducting small foals, finding their company amusing. She adopted only one that she kept alive for a lengthy amount of time, but in time her interest too passed from it.

When Nightmare was disposed from the throne as the dark king, Medea was selected to take his place. She ruled alongside a mare named Akasha, and the two were famed for quite some time. Her interest, however, wavered there too. She abandoned the throne, in search of something more. She and Nephilim took to the wilds, disappearing in order to sate her curiosity. She has recently returned, her son missing from her side, presumably dead from the new scars that she carries and the bitterness that she harbors in her mind.

Personality: Medea is a little bit of an oddball. She has a deep rooted obsession with bones, death, and decay but also life as well. She is known for taking living creatures and dissecting them for curiosity with her teeth. She also tends to take an interest in things and losing it very quickly. She has a witty and uncanny humor, that few understand. She does not like other mares, they just seem to irritate her for not good reason. She had always had issues with other females, and very few have ever made their way into her good graces. She's a sassy, tall girl and she realizes it. She has no fear of other individuals and often speaks her mind. She is not shy, and has no qualms being blunt in her conversations. She enjoys exploring, and is rarely settled in one place for very long. She tends to sample life rather than just sticking to one flavor. Recently, the loss of her son has made her more volatile. She is angry, and it has seeped into her personality making her a sharper wit than before.

* Picture: By Cas887 aka Bruja

Sample Post: Medea had heard of this ultimate destruction of the lights, and could not help but feel the sting of pride prickling against her skin. She had played no part in it, at least not one seen by the eyes of the equines that continued to exist in these lands. Perhaps she was conceited, to give herself part of the credit by handing her queenship over to Lashiel when she had. Somehow, someway...that decision had eventually worked its way to this moment with the brindled Empress and this great triumph. She had always liked to give herself a little credit for anything that happened in the lands, good or bad. She had no inkling of care to whichever way the pendulum swung so long as her name was attached.

Her audits flickered back against her skull and back to full attention as the form of the current Queen appeared. She was only a hand or so shorter than Medea, but it was the wonderfully brindled coat that captured her intrigue. Medea had always been dreadfully plain, though it suited her just fine. A pelt like the Queen's however, would have once been a prized possession -- taken by whatever means necessary. She gave the other mare a grisly smile of sorts, shuffling slightly as the bones rattled against her neck muffled by the mats. Her little pet had also not gone unnoticed, the ivory bird a secondary source of interest. His feathers would look quite fine in her mane, she considered, and gave only a chuckle to herself before taking a more serious interest in the mare.

Her tongue rolled against the roof of her mouth, dry again. She did not possess her sire's cannibalistic qualities, for she had never enjoyed the taste of flesh but rather enjoyed keeping it around. She collected things, as was she had been nurtured by Selven all those years ago. "Yes, little just like my mother was. Pretty as she was too." The older mare said, her voice a bit rougher than it had once been. She let herself remain still, not wanting to spook either of these creatures. She had come for conversation, not for any other reason than that. The rule of the Darks had never been her intention, she had been quite content with her son and her House of Bones. "I like to keep pretty things; my mother's skull was the central location of my home here." She gave an amused cackle, her tail whipping at her hinds. "You know who I am, else you might not have extended such an invitation. Or maybe you don't realize exactly what sort of monster you've invited in, my dear. Fever -- I was born, but Medea I was made. Stealer of titles, Queen of Bones." She gave a harsh dip of her head. "Now, my dear Nirvana. Tell me of what you have done for us." She spoke with a bit of fondness, as if Nirvana were a daughter rather than a complete stranger.

Medea would have liked to see Nephilim here, to push her son into smuggling his way into this Queen's good graces. If only for himself, rather than her will.