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▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Spring
▶ Temp || 43℉ (8℃) - 70℉ (21℃)
▶ Weather || The weather radar really does seem to be off the charts lately...
I wonder what's going on? (#15-19)


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"And all the while her mind, her blood, her fierce and fearless heart was singing, singing, singing." — Shrike in We're under attack!

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▶ Age: 5 [Year 498 Spring]
▶ Gender:
▶ Pronouns: Female [She/Her/Hers]
▶ Orientation: Pansexual
▶ Breed: Warmblood X
▶ Height: 15.0 hh hh
▶ Health: 8
▶ Attack: 12
▶ Experience: 13
▶ Signos: 105 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 07-06-2017
▶ Last Visit: 09-07-2018, 07:59 PM
▶ Total Posts: 54 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 5 (Find All Threads)

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Dusted with star matter and borne upon tides of nature, hers is the beauty of wild places.

A rose gold, orange crème, and burnished coral pelt slashed with stripes of ebony stretches over a well-muscled frame. Hooves of shining gold press to the earth, blackened fetlocks fading into stripes gracing the face of each canon bone. Upon the front legs, the stripes only press to a few inches above the knees, though upon the back legs, the stripes stop just beneath the hocks only to start up again on the point of the hocks and travel over the rump and across the shoulders.

Nostrils and lips are stained with black while a curving, flowery design traces the rounds of her clear amber gaze and across the sharp planes of her cheekbones, a stain of burnished rose pressed to the skin behind each eye, looking for all the world like a thrilled blush. The inside of each ear glimmers with a tip of gold, the metallic stain grafted to her skin. Lashes of an impressive length curve out from her eyes, her features the color of buttermilk. A thick tangle of ebony locs pour from the mare's mane and tail, the latter secured with a gold band and the former crowned with a field of wildflowers that never seem to wilt.

A trio of golden bangles adorn each front fetlock and a black wrap limned with tassels and charcoal scrollwork wraps about her body, loose ends joined together by a golden circlet at each hip. At last, the final decoration bestowed upon Creation's Daughter, a simple golden septum ring, unbroken and shining.




I was made to defend you, and only in Death will I be kept from this vow.

+ Determined || Kind || Curious || Resilient || Bold || Self Assured
- Proud || Rebellious || Aggressive || Overbearing || Naive

She lives with defiance in her steps, a rebellion in her eyes, and a revolution in each pulse of her heart. A warrior and a crusader, the mare is battle born and war forged; a creature borne aloft upon wings of righteous action and unshakable resolve.

Eden is a daughter of Creation, a child of the Earth and all of her ancient wisdoms, a woman wrapped in passion and purpose. She is a loud presence even when she stands silently, her energy a steady and sometimes overwhelming thing. Eden knows that she exists for the purpose of protecting nature, to defend at all costs the Mother and her ilk.

She can be interpreted as self-righteous, and in many ways she is, though she believes that it is not she that is truly righteous, but her purpose. Interestingly enough, while Eden tends to be the aggressor in any situation where an individual or even a group commits an unnecessary transgression against Nature, it has been found that she is rather nurturing toward youth, harboring a deep adoration for the innocent things of the world.

She is of a mind that the Divine guides her in holy combat, that to fight is to bless each individual. If she is to battle one that has committed sins, it is their soul that is upon trial, not they. If she is to lose a battle, it is understood that the victor is either not yet ready for the bloody baptism, or has been denied the chance of retribution by combat. If Eden is to win a battle, it is believed that the creature that lost to her is then absolved of their sins, their soul innocent and pure once again.

Outside of Holy Crusades - fights that are sanctioned by the Divine - Eden is a firm believer that brawls are akin to bonding. It is a closeness like no other and brings her to life.

Alas, the girl is young and fresh to the world, untested as of yet by strife. What shall happen as her life unfolds beneath a cerulean sky?



Have you ever wondered what it is like to be born into divine purpose? To be groomed to be the Shadow of the Divine upon earth?

Eden Ellessedil knows that tale all too well.

The Warrior Priestesses of Avielle are an elite sect of The Temple, a convent of women fated with the task of interpreting and iplementing the divine will of the Universe. There are many paths that a maiden can choose within the abbey's forested borders, each of them necessary and beloved in their own right. Yet, there is only one path that is chosen before birth, when a foal is still slumbering within her mother's womb and the stars whisper secrets to the elders in their dreams; the course of the crusader. It was such a fate that was chosen for beautiful Eden, her passage through life mapped out with a detail that would be considered privilege to some and woeful to others - for the girl would have no choice in her future, no, the Universe had different plans for the maiden with righteous light in her veins.

Eden had no foalhood, at least, no foalhood that could be considered normal by any standards but her own. She was whisked away from Cerridwen, her Holy Mother - an honorary title for priestesses that bore children while remaining virgins, an honor reserved for those most devoted to the Universe and its whims - the moment she could hold her own against the elements. Saddled as she was with the responsibility of the stars, it was a wondrous surprise that the girl flourished beneath such a weight, her then-thin shoulders carrying the mantle of paladin with an ease that belied her age. Indeed, Eden threw herself into her lessons, devouring each tier of training with passion and conviction.

She quickly became a source of pride among her Sisters and Tutors alike.

Despite her seemingly endless lessons, Eden grew to be markedly naive and rather brash in her decision making processes, a dangerous trait that her tutors were loath to overlook. Regardless, though, the shield maiden was nothing if not obedient, and this allowed for the Council of Elders to relax when it came to the girl's Blossoming and Evaluation.

Blossomings and Evaluations, for the mares of Avielle, tend to go hand in hand. A novitiate maiden is awakened at dawn upon the first day of her Blossoming, the stars once more singing their will to the Elders. The Selected maiden is bathed and purified in milk and honey, then in rosewater and mist, effectively cleansed of any and all bodily impulses. She is then tasked with silent prayer and fasting for three days - three being the number of stages a creature pursues throughout their life; Youth, Prime, and Elder - at the foot of The Temple's sacred mountain. The novitiate is next expected to climb the mountain in search of the Amethyst Pool, for there she shall receive her Evaluation from the Seer and learn whether she is ready to be baptized as a fully fledged priestess.

As Eden descended from the mountain, shaky and weak form lack of sustenance and exposure to the harsh mountain winds, she took heart in the fact that she had succeeded - the youngest maiden to receive the title of Paladin save for Maghdelene The Weary. Yet, the youthful warrior was given no time to rest, for upon her first night, the stars called to her, lamenting the corruption of mortals and sending her upon a Holy Pilgrimage to defend and retain the integrity of Mother Nature and each of her children.

So on the youthful priestess wanders, seeking the object of her heart's purpose and stumbling upon a realm of solar courts.
And though her heart fills to overflowing with passion and purpose, one can only wonder what shall become of her innocent ideals as she faces the light of Day.

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Wildflowers in her mane
Two sets of three golden bangles upon each front fetlock
A golden septum piercing

Golden tail ring
Black and charcoal patterned body wrap


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