Saoirse
Age: 13Species: Equus
Gender: FemaleSpiritual Rank: Conceiver
Posts: 11 Stones: 111❂ Played by: Ally
"We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon by illusion, and put to death by reality." -- Judy Garland
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OOC: Arts and pretty stuff coming shortly...totally new character. 

Player: Ally

Character's Full Name: Saoirse Meabrach

Species: Equus

Biped Syndrome? Y 




Roleplay Sample: (350 words minimum if this is your first character only)


Crunchy marsh grasses burst with rich aromatics as her teeth cropped them, each mouthful savored in the moment before moving onto the next. Delicate, spiraled horns caught and reflected patches of fitful sunlight as it filtered through the wind-tossed willow trees edging the wetlands. There was no musing thought, no abstract ponderings teasing at the equine brain; no, merely the pleasure of a full belly and sunlight warming her blue roan coat.


The small family group of unicorns she had traveled with to this marsh had left her here while they crossed it’s uncertain depths to their ancestral mating grounds. Though not exactly alike, the gentle-natured beasts had welcomed her into their group for a time, her dark steel contrasting with their seraph-like whites and silvers. Two obsidian horns to their magic-filled singular, and with solid, round, hooves to their cloven toes.


But now they were gone, and the mare was alone. She grazed in temporary contentment, flicking an ear once in awhile to dissuade an irksome pixie from attempting to braid her long, crimped forelock and raising her head to scan with liquid, chocolate eyes for predators every few minutes. On one such reconnaissance, the distinctive baying of a  particular hound reached her--not just any hound, but a fae hound, called and controlled by an even more powerful creature--a sidhe. The very same sidhe that had transformed her into this equine body, the same that had kept her prisoner, slave, a punishment of time-immeasurable for attempting to challenge him. The specifics of those memories escaped her, having been buried beneath animal instinct for so long they were not easily recalled, but the fear they inspired...that was alive and well.


Ears flew forward, proud neck arching high and a snort escaping her pink-tinged nostrils. She located the source of the sound, gauging its location with instinct born of a prey animal. Bunching her powerful hindquarters, she wheeled and took off like a shot, raven-black tail streaming behind her. Deep chest heaved like a bellows, punctuating each powerful thrust of her legs with a whooshing exhale as she ran. She had no direction except away, pounding over hills that rolled with golden prairie grass, the climates of Faerie changing on its own whim. The tall stalks whipped at her legs, releasing their seeds into the air as an artificial dust cloud in their wake. It blurred her vision but the blue mare ran on, leaping over a long-dead log, hardly even relishing in the feeling of being airborne as she would normally do, desperate to get away. 


Her view of the landscape around her grew even less distinct, as if fog or mist were beginning to roll in around her. Indistinct whispers flitted past her ears with the rushing wind of her flight, hinting at things long since forgotten, memories teasing at the edges of her mind, ripped away by the horse’s panicked flight but replaced by others, so many…


Light blasted through the mist, and the texture of the turf beneath her hooves changed so abruptly that she stumbled and pitched forward, her shoulder plowing into the earth and her body tumbling over itself. She slid to a stop in a tangle of legs, her sides heaving. Sweat slicked withers and foam coated the corners of her mouth. For a moment she lay there, chocolate eyes staring at nothing, as her mind was flooded with something new. 


Not..memories, exactly. Her history, her self before this body, this form, those were still gone. But there was an identity...a name. Saoirse. Yes. There was reasoning, complex thought, an awareness that had been blocked by the animal brain’s need to protect itself from pain. But there was also knowledge of the equine, of how to use the sharp edges of her hooves with deadly efficiency, how to turn her body to best block the wind, all on a level higher, more complex, than basic instinct. Slowly, Saoirse rolled over, tucking her forelegs under her and heaving herself to her feet. She shuddered her entire body, dirt and leaves falling from the mottled blue coat and the wild cascade of ebony mane. She tossed her head, pawing at the unfamiliar terrain with one onyx hoof. This place...was not her home. The feeling of otherness was pervasive, filling her with no doubt that she was no longer in the land from whence she came. She gazed around her, nostrils flared wide to take in the aroma of the land; rich, damp earth, the spicy fragrance of a tree species unknown to her, and...others. The dusty, sweet smell of other equines, many of them. Her ears pricked forward in curiosity, and she made as if to walk forward. But she paused, one ear flicking back and then forward again in uncertainty, and she turned to look behind her. A breeze touched her velvet nose, ruffling through her forelock and mane and swirled around the slender spirals of her horns. The breeze seemed to have a voice, and essence...and it seemed to be laughing. Consider this the day of your birth, for today you were given from the land under the hill into my keeping. Welcome to Eshteth. 

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ACCEPTED.
Welcome to Xalypsis!




A pretty angel sitting regal upon a pedestal on high was never destined to fall, and certainly never destined to slavery even if you were incorrigible at best. Just so, Eshteth is your home now; let us see what ESSENCE has to say about your demeanor.


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