Post by Lucine on Aug 16, 2014 14:24:34 GMT -5
Lucine
7 summers
Maiden
Equine
Submissive
Arabian
Champagne White
Steel Blue
Lucine doesn't know what she wants. Logically, she tells herself there's nothing she could possibly want for at the moment. But her heart screams something different. She doesn't know if it longs for power, or land, or love; but she does know this: she will stop at nothing to satisfy the crying of her soul. Whatever its desire might be.
Like fire and ice Lucine has a tendency to run hot and cold. She's pure spitfire, and highly competitive. Life doesn't always work in her favor, but she'll make lemonade from limes if she has to. Unwilling to trust, and even less likely to love, she tends to distance herself from others, while somehow managing to get right in their faces. She loves a good run, just as much as she enjoys a good reaction. To say she's mischievous isn't accurate, but she's no angel either.
Loved as a filly she simply outgrew her old herd and left it in search of something more. She found that something in Arcane, only it was far darker than she'd ever envisioned. She'd not sure if she's ready for this land, or for it's inhabitants, but she knows she'll try whatever it takes to survive here. She doesn't know when she arrived, only that she did and now she's lost herself in Arcane. From the scar along her head that tells of something she can't recall, to the aching in her heart and the darkness in her mind. She can't recall much, just that she hurts and it needs to stop. What she does know is that she's not going to last very long if the darkness doesn't stop chasing her soon.
7 summers
Maiden
Equine
Submissive
Arabian
Champagne White
Steel Blue
Lucine doesn't know what she wants. Logically, she tells herself there's nothing she could possibly want for at the moment. But her heart screams something different. She doesn't know if it longs for power, or land, or love; but she does know this: she will stop at nothing to satisfy the crying of her soul. Whatever its desire might be.
Like fire and ice Lucine has a tendency to run hot and cold. She's pure spitfire, and highly competitive. Life doesn't always work in her favor, but she'll make lemonade from limes if she has to. Unwilling to trust, and even less likely to love, she tends to distance herself from others, while somehow managing to get right in their faces. She loves a good run, just as much as she enjoys a good reaction. To say she's mischievous isn't accurate, but she's no angel either.
Loved as a filly she simply outgrew her old herd and left it in search of something more. She found that something in Arcane, only it was far darker than she'd ever envisioned. She'd not sure if she's ready for this land, or for it's inhabitants, but she knows she'll try whatever it takes to survive here. She doesn't know when she arrived, only that she did and now she's lost herself in Arcane. From the scar along her head that tells of something she can't recall, to the aching in her heart and the darkness in her mind. She can't recall much, just that she hurts and it needs to stop. What she does know is that she's not going to last very long if the darkness doesn't stop chasing her soon.
