There is love in your body but you can't hold it in,
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin,
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks,
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts

Short version [to be replaced]: Slender, lithe Andalusian build.
Bay, twisted black horn.
Brown eyes.
Enormous smile. :D

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.

Nomadic, wayfaring, wandering, wavering, from the devil’s pull, the Mephistophelean grasp, she moved without pause. A petal soft praise, silken shuffle of swift, maneuvering feet, she emerged, poised from the thread of lilies and persimmons. Like a Romani, she diverged and diverted many times over, to the furtive, specious gallows of Stygian oils and midnight veils, to the delusion of light and air, honeyed and candied fields. A restless genesis, pervaded with sacrifice and callused, cold stares, and heartfelt interludes ignored, disregarded. Again and again, the sonnet of sorrow and dejection penned the hallowed hollows of her life: but never her words, her phrases, her sentences, her movements. Where chill would permeate a wounded soul, settle into the veins and freeze the fabric of an entity so that it could not bleed and could not feel, she blossomed. A whimsical floret, she grew in the brine of gloom, spreading her flowers in hopes they would read the sun’s wide, warm halo. No one bothered to investigate this strange upheaval of behavior; an abandoned scion, unpolished, fettered and withering, suddenly assertive, sanguine, and unyielding, in spite of the cruelest junctures barbed upon her frame over and over. From wickedness, grew hope. From savagery, grew aspiration. From brutality, grew virtue. Perhaps, some admitted, she simply chose to embrace life, and what little love it had given her.

Eloquent heartstrings, like the taffeta wings of seraphic grandeur, harkened to the brooding earth, a siege of warmth against the glade of tyranny, damnation and debauchery. An act of defiance fluttered through its gaze, one armed with a wide smile and fairy dust, hastening to the elegance, the finery, of bestial delusion: coveting and polishing until the radiance of archaic design resonated along the darkened chambers. Through the flood of unkempt misery, the wandering souls of yesterday’s paradise and today’s solemn melancholies, came the aloft paradigm of bewitching, alluring cordiality; an otherworldly possession. Condemned before, but anointed thereafter. Amongst the laments and dirges, the keens for guidance, support, and love, arrived the tender plucking of dulcet lullabies. A soft croon, a smooth hum, trilling from the lavished, affable presence of a lost soul, given to pestilence but taken into the arms of virtue. Fostered by taint, but removed and ravished into the melodies of morality. Where sin scorched and scarred, goodness prevailed, covered, veiled from the cruel, morose indulgences of a vindictive creation: what could have been, what could still be. Lacquered in the boughs of benevolence, the harmonious, mellifluous conviction of an angelic creature drove away the monstrous contortions, creations, of unholy turbulence. She knew despair, tragedy and anarchy, but chose the soothing conjectures of something never given to her own body. Not bitter, not sullied, too strong to be buried beneath the ancient waves of insurrection and vile, fiendish acts. Now, she was a nymph, settling into the twisted glade, brushing against the feral indignities and remaining all the same, the ardor of life sliding, slipping, into her veins, in her fine, satin motions, in the beguiling spell she wove into the leaves. A touch, and it was varnished into the divine. A caress, and it was enameled into the beatific. To the heavens, she was forgotten, and to the iniquitous, she was naught, and so she bloomed where no one could see, blossomed where no one could touch, and unraveled from the taut bows of atrocious turmoil into something opulent, magnificent.

Heave the silver hollow sliver,
Piercing through another victim.

Parents
Menle x Semla

Full Siblings
None

Half Siblings
Turan (Menle x Vea)
Nestor (Menle x Cerca)
Calu (Acheron x Semla)

Offspring
None

Turn and tremble
Be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

I will not tell my tale to everything I meet. I will not share the secrets of my heritage, the enigma of my birth, or the harsh degradation of youth. But I will say that the earth grants and gives, then clasps and clutches, takes and sullies. Then, it bestows again; an endless cycle, an eternal bliss of faithfulness and treachery. Here, I shall devote something of my own to you. My passion, my love, my strength, my allegiance. What will you choose to ensnare?

Helovia

I took the stars from my eyes Beginnings, tremulous and tender.
Hear me roar Burned edges.
.horizons. The first Threshold return.
Damned if I do Seeking refuge from the heat.
all this and heaven too Poppies and sea serpents.
you were in the darkness too Leads Lúthien to the Edge.
lift me up, let me go Meets with Mauja and his daughter, Snö.
escorting the princess Retrieving stolen scions.
late arrival Healing prowess, incited.
change of seasons Emissaries and subterfuge; alterations afoot.
pulled you out of the water The wounded are given a shoulder.
Bring me to life Violence, bitter, horrid vehemence.
archangel of vengeance Rallying points after defeat.
this is how we'll stand Reclaiming Doctors.
why should I care? Recruiting.
so heavy in your arms Lena hates what she's becoming.
we stand tall She brings Totem to his new home in the Steppe.
they fought as legends Upon another Threshold journey, Lena runs into an injured Tholt.
where they met again When the Heavenly Fields are without snow, Lena rejoices.
the funeral Lena brings home Chernobyl.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselvesWith the Sun God's return, Lena requests his guidance and embarks on a quest.
Welcome Home The banished finally find a home again.
There is Light Here The Deep Forest holds many secrets.
a deadly sword, a healing hand To heal and soothe.
Shooting the moon How do you conquer something larger than yourself?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought. Lena stages a rescue attempt for Aurelius and Elizabeth.
Beacon of light A gift is received.
Mirror Problems Mauja returns.
music with her silver sound Lena returns to the Vein of the Gods to receive her healing magic.
Innocence Promises solidified; bonds made.
the earth has music for those who listen Making friends in heavenly places.
Show Me the Way A recruitment not meant to be.
Down This Road Another herd meeting, and Lena begins to notice she's out of place.
Determination Renewed Dances and melancholy.
And Winter Came A failed recruitment wanders into the Basin.
Waking Up Lena recruits a young rainstorm, Tiamat.
Blossom Passing Fair She leads Tiamat to the Basin, where they are joined by D'art.
Northernlights More Threshold recruiting.
Burdens of the Heart A friend returns.
Milk for the Blackhearted Another companion restored.
Decisions Herd meetings hide more than they reveal.
No Dawn, No Day Threshold recruiting becomes a game of secrets.
Come Up Smiling Meeting of new and old in the Thistle Meadow.
Heave the Silver Hollow Sliver Lena leads Blue Duck to the Basin.
Reduced to Memories Threshold recruiting.
Philosophers Without Gods A ghost in the night.
endlessly Songs amongst shadows.
Part of the same play Lena leads Leovan to his new home.
From the Mountains Cold Defending her home against a threat.
See I have To Burn Your Kingdom Down Participating in an invasion/rescue mission upon the Edge.
Stayed In The Darkness With You Offering healing after the invasion.
Avoid the Filmy Eyes Recruiting.
Hear My Heart Burst Again Regrets.
Tempting Knowledge Craving information, finding longlost companions.
Sharing tears, exchanging legends Stories come to light.
An old soldier Recruiting torn by honesty.
Be Bloody, Bold and Resolute Herd meetings; a chance to renew.
Curiosity and a creek Recruiting.
Daughter of smoke and bone Recruiting.
kisaki and kodomo Welcoming and chilling information.
Snow Angels Friends in snowy places.
A Wayward Wanderer's Return Returning companions.
True Hope is Swift and Flies with Swallow's Wings Enjoying the Basin.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful Venturing into damnation.
Unsure, Lost, but Hopeful Recruiting.
When I Open my Eyes Crafters and nurses.
Opulence is the end A tour of the Basin.
Get your gunn Planning protection.
Across the hallowed ground Herb gathering turns to terror.
One plus one makes me Assisting.
Lend me your eyes The Earth God offers aid.
Ungodly Hour Healers' meeting.
There are ghost towns in the ocean Offering sanctuary.
Daughters Born in Secrets Aiding and rejoicing.
!! Iodine Ever the healer, even to those unknown.
She's a bit of a fixer-upper Advice and aid to a former Empress.
White Stain on the Black Scattered children in the rubble.
Stones Against the Sky Refusing chains: hummingbird and nightingale glory.
What if the Storm Ends A means to an end.
Give a little back New friends in glowing places.
Unite and Spread the Heart Apart Home, the most splendid of places. Thrust into a new role, marked and titled.
Simple things [whoever it may concern] Recruiting.
Verdant fields, laden with frost Sometimes, one can have dual roles. Plagued and fighting, they march to the Falls, mouthpieces for the scorned.
And then I made a map Tours and queries.
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain The harsh realities of the world, uncertainties and mending.
Turns me to gold in the sunlight A Mender must practice her craft.
The Gods Have Their Games Recruiting.
Mist drifts across pale ice A return to the Edge, sans villainy.
The seers have eyes in their hands Cloaks, daggers, monsters, and nightfall.
Permafrost Harvest Friends embarking on quests; mutual affairs of the ebullient.
Silken Banners Streaming Silly apprehension, coiled back into contentment for a dear friend.
With her frostbitten heart - Old faces return.
Lost and Found - Welcoming new friends.
Direction to Perfection - Information passed.
Wounds of Soul and Flesh - Healing.
They light the path - Herb tending and gathering.
Angels in Armor - Assuaging souls.
Heaven We Hope is Just Up the Road - Practicalities.
Party lights, late nights - Festival planning.
A Little Touch of Heavenly Light - Frankness, candid and open.
Disintegrating, from all the medicine - Larkspur returns.
Achtung - A herd unites in protection.
Stand beside or step aside - Welcoming new life.
Time to Up the Medication - Apprehension, a bloom in wariness.
Woke Up with the Sun - Delivering invitations I.
Singing in the Garden - Delivering invitations II.
Road's Long, We Carry On - Delivering invitations III.
Like a Swinging Vine - Delivering invitations IV.
Every Chance that you get is a chance you seize - Delivering invitations V.
Unicorn Mountain Climbing Race - An attempt blundered.
Work first, party second - Gathering for the Basin festival.
Two to Tango - Dance practice.
Under a midnight blanket - Festival prep.
revelry and merriment - Celebrations begin.
Old Dogs and New Trickery - Games afoot.
I Wanna Put on my Boogie Shoes - Ebullience and enigmas.
Music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm - Another visit to the Sun God; change is in the air.
Wasteland - Diatribes with kings.
There's fantasy, there's fallacy, there's tumbling stone - Realizing mistakes.
All the pretty stars shine for you - More deliveries and amends.
Wolf in Wolf's Clothing - Demonic returns.
Murder in Helovia - Death comes to Caela Insula.
We were wide-eyed dreamers and wiser too - Beginning investigations.
Once Upon a Time We Burned Bright - A quest fulfilled.
Murder Clue IV - A witness.
Pushed Away, I'm Pulled Toward - Healing the broken.
Murder Clue V - Remains of their own.
Murder Clue VI - Forgotten children.
From Eden - Granting gifts.
Murder Clue VII - Too close to home.
This is a gift, it comes with a price - Birdsong spars.
Murder Clue VIII - Legends gone and perished.

I don't know where to start
But I feel warmth on my skin

2013 Character of the Year Awards

The Nice Girl [tied with Romani]
Most Likely to be a Healer [tied with Hototo and Thor]

Holds Spark amulet.
- Received due to 75+ posts.

- Holds Spark amulet.
- Received from Helovia Birthday Giveaway.

Participated in TOTM - Mirror Problems
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Participated in TOTM - See I have To Burn Your Kingdom Down

Participated in TOTM - Five Percent Pleasure, Fifty Percent Pain

May 2014 COTM
LENA is a loyal, long-standing Helovian citizen. A sheep among wolves, her sweet and gentle nature tames the rugged band of unicorns she has lived with for years. She selflessly healed many when a horrible disease plagued the land, curing those who needed it most at her own risk. At her side is her Kitsune, Imogen, who was awarded to her by the gods for her kindness and generosity. This active and beautiful mare has been a hero of Helovia. Congratulations!

The Northern Maiden
A poem for Lena
By Selkie

In the north lies a maiden fair
Flowers laced through her ebony hair
A rose blooming in the harsh cold
From her mouth comes songs all revel and behold

She dances beneath a colored sky
A beauty that is the apple of alls eye
Beside her a white little fox
Behind the maiden she walks

Her laughter is like a spring breeze
Arriving and ceasing with graceful ease
She moves wild and free
Truly a sight to see

- Icon credit to Roni and BronzeHalo

The stars have all aligned
A brighter day is coming my way