Marwari | Pegasus | 16h | Various shades of gold | Pale gold markings | Gold eyes

Overtly feminine with a sensuality ingrained not only by upbringing but also by genetics, Ghalia is lean through her limbs and flank but voluptuous through her haunch and neck. A slender shoulder and long, delicate wings provide more elegant aesthetics that true flying prowess—for the mare has rarely flown. Her rich, velvet-like coat is dipped in a deep red-wine, while her legs darken to near black. The sun’s golden fingertips drag along her neck, back, and haunches, as well as wrap around her legs and hooves. The sun kissed touches lingered as droplets on her withers, coated the tips of her feather-soft wings, and generously ran through her luscious locks to lighten them to a golden flaxen. The sun, not quite finished, traced loving markings upon her face and gazed so deeply in her eyes that they became a burning, vibrant gold.

Design by musonart.

Audacious | Sassy | Passionate | Strategic | Well-mannered | Selfish | Manipulative | Adaptable | Resilient | Quick-witted | Childish | Vain

Raised, by her wet-nurses, to be a chameleon for her many different suitors of the night, the young mare’s innate penchant for a sharp tongue and fiery temper were suppressed at a young age. However, they did simmer beneath the surface of her smiling lips and fluttering lashes—a challenge that many rich merchants sough to conquer in their purchase of her evening affections. Her inner fire occasionally shone through her harlot-trained upbringing, a nasty kick here or a bloody bite there. It earned her a reputation throughout Uumalah, uncurbed by the fearful warning of her prostitute peers or the ominous, distant disapproval of the Father. However, her beauty and allure was so great that she never was without clients for the night. After all, who does not want to ride a partly-tamed sun?

Sire: unknown
Assumed Sire: the Father
Dam: Unknown
Siblings: Many unknown

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Ghalia (a woman of many names) was born in Uumalah, an Oasis City of pleasure and luxury run by the Father, an ominously powerful stallion. Her birth was undesired—the Father thought it was not yet time for her mother’s lucrative evenings to be placed on hold to birth a child. However, in Uumalah, this was a relatively common occurrence, as rarely were the women allowed rest, despite their cycles. And the moment she was born, any regret at her birth was erased. The Father knew, even as a newborn filly, that she would be beautiful and successful for him in his houses. So he named her “Ghalia,” or ‘expense’, for the money she was sure to bring him when she came of age.

However, as she grew beneath the care of her wet-nurses, she showed as much fire in her spirit as there was in her intense, golden stare. She was unwilling to heed the teachings of her nurses, her spirit unable to bend to their warnings. If she was to grow to be a Mahzia (high-end prostitute), then she must give coy smiles and inviting glances. Intense, fierce glares would not gain her the company of merchants (nor their gold for the Father’s coffers). However, the filly resisted these teachings, and so earned the name “Zohra,” or ‘glare’.

As she grew long of leg and svelte of figure, her ‘sisters’ with the wet-nurses began to grow jealous—save for a few. And to these few, close friends she chose her own name: “Chams.” It was a male’s name meaning ‘sun.’ Though blasphemous to give a woman such a masculine name, the fiery youth did not care—this was one thing she could choose for herself. Though she did grow careful with it when it earned her close childhood friend lashes of the wet-nurses’ rod.

When she came of ‘breaking age,’ her first night was sold for the second-highest price in the history of Uumalah, lesser only than Orithia’s (the infamous massacress). The man was Tarek, a ridiculously rich merchant, and he was gentle and kind to Ghalia—or as gentle and kind as a rich merchant drunk on heavy wine may be. He returned a few nights thereafter, though never again took her as he had on her breaking night, and then Tarek disappeared.

The mare then submitted to many different merchants of all proclivities—though being in the high-class houses as a Mahzia, she was protected from abuse and the more sordid preferences. So she lived her evenings, her inner fire slowly extinguishing as it could not illuminate the perpetual night she lived in.

Until, two years later, the strange merchant Tarek returned. Though there was softness in his eyes, there was a hardness in his face when he saw how dimmed the mare’s spirit had become. Appearing one morning at her quarters as she retired for the day, he beat down her hand-maidens and the Alhurra (guards), forcing Ghalia to flee from the city. (Unknown to Ghalia, he had been refused by the Father when he attempted to outright buy her freedom the night before.)

So she fled her home, partly forced and partly willing, seeking a life that belongs to her, rather than to the gold of someone else.

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Names
Ghalia :: expensive
Zohra :: glare
Chams :: sun (male)

design by musonart
character by smitty
adopted by avis