Tiamat - Altus - Filly

[Captain Flighty]

Foal Name: Tiamat
Parents: Wallow, Disease, Vexeria
Siblings from Same Breeding: Avada Kedavra, Bunyip
Desired Alliance: Altus

Sample Post:

I'll raze eternal Chaos Cries of Terror lost in the knell Sins of Seven test the ethos As the world burns to Hell [smear:4D0017]T*I*A*M*A*T[/smear:E50045:1] Tendrils of brilliant green hung down around her bright eyes; one of shining carmine, the other glistening emerald. Her chocolaty frame was accented by shimmering copper and vibrant ivory while her brilliant green locks were streaked with deepest ebony and snowy white. She was stunning to look upon, yet there was too much to see; a network of confusion in color and pattern and even shape as spikes adorned her flesh as if she were part dragon. In fact, she was entirely monster; made of chaos. To stare at her flesh for too long was nearly painful in it's confusion; as if a hundred creatures churned within the flesh. Yet for all this, there was no soul to be found in those haunting depths. Where life should be in those eyes there was only void; darkness and light reflecting back a tumultuous dance of how she saw the world, but there was nothing else. So there should have been nothing to draw in an onlooker, but there was. There was a haunting, violent beauty to the empty creature. A darkness so vast it pulled you in, while something vibrantly dismal made you want to run screaming in terror. A thick malignancy hung in the air around her stunning frame; seeping out from those void eyes and oozing from her flesh. As she moved through the bioluminescent forest, that aura was cast out around her; sending the forest into utter stillness. The glowing insects and vegetation went dark and all that remained was bleak darkness, as not even the moon dared show it's face to the creature that walked the earth below. Soon the forest around began to thin and in the distance she could hear the thick wood coming back to life along the path she'd taken. The living trees faded and soon there was naught but lifeless ents standing a haunting guard around the land she entered. Desiccated flesh still hung from the boughs of the long dead, bloodstained trees and bones shattered to powder beneath her hooves. no one had stepped foot in this place for a long time; that much was clear, but that did not stop the young mare. Death was on every side of her, but she simply seemed a part of it. She'd been born of this place; the House of a 1000 Corpses welcomed her home. [smear:E50045]"speach"[/smear:4D0017:1]

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