✽ Arabian ✽ Antlers ✽ Grey ✽ Golden Eyes ✽ Ruby Pendant ✽

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"Ah - rah" Common Tounge "Aye - radh" Native Tounge

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Angels weep pure tears, the colour of their innocence matches her ivory coat. It is a creamy, pearly colour, the colour that speaks of virtue and sincerity. Agile, athletic and elegant, she is small yet confident. Height is not impressive on this mare, her short height does not make her stand out from a crowd. Moving with a beautiful and dignified grace, the princess of a powerful house takes care in her psychical appearance. Antlers crown her head, majestic and impressive, her thin yet bright hair weaves through her impressive crown. Hair that topples to the ground in a silky heap, trailing the sometimes rotten ground that she walks upon. Often her silky mane and tail have flowers braided into the strands, this way she feels attached to nature.

The strange simpleness of her beauty comes from her antlers. Similar to a stag or deer, she wears these antlers with pride. Once they were in pristine condition, the same condition from when she started growing them. The call of death a few times has made it necessary to dent and damage the antlers that crown her ivory head.

The deep set of her eyes gives her a charismatic appearance, her eyes are a golden colour, with pure gold flecks in them. With her eyes she can enchant beasts and stags alike. She has a simple pendant, a gift from another with reminds her that sometimes, you have to learn to trust again.

Since entering Helovia, Arah has accepted that she will never maintain her pristine condition. From battling a monster created by the sun god, Arah has a few scars from burns around her ankles, and along the left hand side of her body. From the scrapes and shoves done by Deimos, Aurora Basin's leader, Arah has a few scars covering her shoulders, neck, rump and mind. After fighting a tar monster in the Deep Forest, Arah's ankles are tattered beyond repair and a scars snakes it's way over her left shoulder. A spirit of the mountains blessed Arah with a glowing star marking on her forehead. From the gift tree Arah received a pristine ice crown. A pretty, silvery colored crown made of ice that sits between her ears and cannot be shaken from her head.

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"Her coat was a nearly perfect match to the snow covering their home, and like something out of a fairytale her mane and tail both trailed along the ground as she walked. "

― Crowley, White Lace And A Black Cloak

"Pupil like a slit as it flicked and moved over her; looking at her more closely and committing such a creature to memory."
― Narcissus, LET HIM RUN

"Arah. Ah, there the lass steps up and fully into view. The light white unicorn though was a pretty little thing indeed, a full-fledged swan."
― Thranduil, Let Us Play With Fire

"the sweet looking lass bore a face that I note as lovely and beautiful to look upon. Delicate, graceful."
― Midas, On the inside

"summer sky eyes fell upon a maiden staring up at the moon, illuminated by the light that shone deep into her pores and came back out in threads of silver and ivory. She was beautiful,"
― Kaj, Would you want to stay?

✽ Soft-spoken ✽ Diplomatic ✽ Balletic ✽ Compassionate ✽ Meticulous ✽ Demure ✽ Solemn ✽

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Once considered as adorable, kind and caring, The Sliver Doe has grown and changed. Before, she would be able to forgive and forget, now the past haunts her. For she can't forget the horrors that she has lived, the nightmares that are real and cause ghosts to lurk. Now the ivory beauty remains withdrawn, quiet and soft spoken. Such a regal beauty, some might consider it a shame that time has done nothing but force the doe to detach herself from those around her. Still, Arah would not ignore someone in need, she remains warmhearted to those who are struggling.

Emotions remain hidden, an elegant mask of emptiness keeps her enemies from knowing what she is truly feeling. Trust does not come easily, too many times she has been betrayed by those she let close to her. Too many times the fates have decided to test her strength against others. Ever since her daughters were captured and tortured, anything she needs to do, to keep her children safe, Arah will do it. Things she knows she shouldn't do, playing the fool to keep them happy and oblivious, tell lies and seek revenge.

Diplomatic and courteous, only speaking when spoken too, Arah's gentle tones are always honest. While she may tell lies to soften her daughter's views on the world, Arah remains sincere to anyone else she meets. The doe cares for the well being of her herd, Aurora Basin. Fighting in wars, defending their honour, the doe has been with this family from day one, only recently has she truly felt apart of it however. Respecting her Lord, Lady and any that rank above her is easy, accepting new members into the family is often a struggle.

Happiness used to be all the surrounded Arah, these days she struggles to escape the dark cloud that lurks over her head. Her mind constantly seems to worry about things that are generally out of her control. Her quiet demeanour allows her to assess situations and the personalities of others with ease, some might consider she has a gift for it. Joy comes from watching her blood family grow and experience pleasure in their lives, she treasures these moments, never taking them for granted.

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“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

✽ Blood-ties ✽ Past ✽ Bonds ✽ Family ✽ DNA ✽

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Kriss the Sheathed Blade
Sire: Jacker the Lost King
Dam: Ariah the Summer Blood

Katchis the Betrayer
Sire: Jude the Invoker
Dam: Caria the Strange

Close Relatives
Gigi
Aunt
Sire: Jacker the Lost King
Dam: Ariah the Summer Blood
Jucan
Uncle
Sire: Jacker the Lost King
Dam: Ariah the Summer Blood

Siblings
Arden
Sire: Kriss the Sheathed Blade
Dam:Katchis the Betrayer
Varian
Sire: Choal the Last
Dam: Katchis the Betrayer
Arwen
Sire: Kriss the Sheathed Blade
Dam: Katchis the Betrayer
Laciey
Sire: Erath, the Forgotten Warrior
Dam: Katchis the Betrayer

Mate
Tilney

Progeny
Asch [D]
―X Crowley
Arwen [D]
―X Crowley
Maude
―X Tilney

Other Relations
Rhiannon
Stepdaughter [Elizabeth X Crowley]
Jude
Stepson [Nephele X Tilney]
Byron
Stepson [Nephele X Tilney]
Tuppence, Viktor, Carlisle [D] and Aelfwine
― Tilney's Siblings

✽ Runaway ✽ Adventurer ✽ Wonderer ✽ Fighter ✽ Survivor ✽

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Born in the lush forests and mountain fields not too distant from the lands of Helovia, Arah's childhood was always picturesque. Born to a noble Lord and his Lady, Arah was known to be of gentle birth, a Lady of an aristocratic family. Kind and gentle with his judgement and words, her father was dedicated and protective of his family. While her mother was a Shaman, the magical abilities passed down through the female bloodline allowed her to fulfil this position. With the powerful abilities of mind control and memory reading she was both feared and respected. Her mother was admired by many different male suiters, resulting in numerous affairs.

Arah was a very sweet filly growing up, she enjoyed the simple pleasures in life; chasing butterflies, splashing through streams and play fighting with fellow youngsters. It was during these early years that she first met Tilney and eventually Aelfwine. It was during these early years that she developed strong friendships with many youngsters in the herd but none more than the friendships she shared with both Tilney and Aelfwine. The doe's ties with her older brother Arden was strong, she adored him and he taught, protected, loved and encouraged her. Despite having three other siblings Arah never grew partially close to them, not even her full sister. This was the first sign of trouble between Arwen and Arah, they loved each other yet struggled to see eye to eye.

When Arah was a year and a half, she began to learn the shamanistic magic of her family from her grandmother. Wanting to become the next shaman Arah studied hard, long before her abilities actually appeared. When her sister joined her and her grandmother it sparked the beginning of the competition that would rage between the sisters until Arwen's untimely death. Yet for a while Arah's life was full and she was extremely happy.

Soon everything began to crumble. Larger, hostile herd began to stake claims on her herd's lands. It was decided that the herd would being their move along the mountainside; conflict was not a viable option for them. It was during this time that strange this had happened, her friend Tilney has disappeared. Starting a desperate search for her friend it took a while and a great deal of wondering before she finally found his crumpled body laying broken and bloodied in the bottom of a gully. Arah's screams alerted the herd to the young cults whereabouts, yet there was then concern for the younger royals. Wanting to protect his younger sisters Arden rushed his younger sister to their grandmother. Feeling it would be best to remove the Tilney from Arah's memory and sent them away the old mare did just that. Mind controlled to run, always run and never look back the two girls fled for their lives.

The travels where harsh in the first years, the two having to learn to fend for themselves. Having always been competitive the two mares fought over responsibilities, Arwen took to much on. During the first winter Arwen passed away and Arah was forced to continue on alone. Stumbling blinding around the world for the next year it was only when she came across Helovia was she able to fight the urge to continue in her travels and put down roots. Yet it seems that Arah and Tilney's fates were more intertwined than anyone had first anticipated.

Thread of the month :: April, 2014 | July, 2016

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