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▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Fall
▶ Temp || 35℉ (℃) - 69℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || Summer's iron grip has slowly faded into the gentler Fall embrace. The morning dew frosts over in the early morning hours and melts by the time the sun hits high in the sky. Many of the trees have traded their lush, vivid green for a more suitable array of red and orange hues. But don't blink, for Winter's cold embrace is fast upon Fall's heels.


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r.i.p. to my youth;

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Atreus and Fiona

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"Are there lines she's crossing? Should she toe them or touch them with a pole and stay away wholly? But to avoid such a storm he offers, such a taste of life; to withhold herself from the chance to taste starlight, to love satin and silk and swallow pomegranate seeds not yet offered... She should be stronger." — Moira in
Small as a wish in a well

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▶ Age: 4 [Year 499 Fall]
▶ Gender: Male
▶ Pronouns: He/Him/His
▶ Orientation: Discovering
▶ Breed: Andalusian X
▶ Height: 18.1 hh
▶ Health: 9
▶ Attack: 11
▶ Experience: 13
▶ Signos: 35 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 09-29-2017
▶ Last Visit: 12-31-2018, 11:30 PM
▶ Total Posts: 6 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 0 (Find All Threads)

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and night met day.
please note: scars on ribs and forehead are not present.

A cyclone of regalia and duality, Siavax is no more piercing ivory than he is void black. Not but a yearling, long gangly limbs have given way to lean muscle, a definitive indicator of his warmblood heritage. The fur of his coat is slick and short, glossy and impressive; and his mane wild by nature. The sheer volume of his void-colored locks is inherited directly from his mother; while sometimes he looses it, more often than not he seeks to mimic his brother, and keeps it neatly contained within braids. Markings the color of coal crept up half of his face and hindquarters, as if his mane and tail were made of ink set on staining his skin. Raven feathers line the curve of his spine, and cluster at the dock of his tail - a trait so obviously earned from his mother, whereas his regal horns are so evidently inherited from his father.

While he is neither a spitting image of his mother, Araxes nor his father, Torstein, should he tell you whom his parents were, it would become immediately obvious. Not that Siavax appreciates the attention his parentage brings.

But how bittersweet is it, to be graced with feathers but naught the ability to fly..
the dark knight
'the one who possesses black stallions,' or so they say

intelligent, but naive | resentful, but conflicted | protective, but bitter | a chained dreamer | confused, but dedicated

While his mother protected him and his brother as much as she could, the world is not a pleasant place. Venomous words, whispered rumors, berating gossip, and condescending stares slowly whittled away at the yearling's shell. His brother and mother were so much more gentle, so much more understanding, than him. And while not innately cruel like his father, Siavax has grown jaded and indifferent by the prejudice his family has endured. So much bitterness contained within such a young body that it might as well seep out of his horns and the spots that litter his hide.. someone so young should not harbor so much resentment.

But while bitter, he is protective. Condescending looks are matched with an unfaltering, seething gaze that could bite steel like acid. His face is an open book: he struggles to overcome his own emotions in his young age, as well as figure out where his place in life and society is. His plight falls on the deaf ears of those around him, and he is left feeling depressingly alone in a world where he only has his mother, brother, and ... sometimes a father.

His brother is a source of pride for the contrasting colt, and Siavax is visibly more content when within eyesight of him. Cynix, despite all of the prejudice they have experienced, continues through life with a gentle understanding - something that Siavax cannot grasp or wrap his mind around. He is constantly impressed by his brother and his dedication, but confused all at the same time.

Siavax seeks desperately for someone to look up to other than the only two real people he's ever been able to rely on. He seeks a purpose, other than to be the center of misguided gossip and cruel jokes. How can one seek to prove others wrong, if he just doesn't know how?
Twin to Cynix; son of the Denocte's Champion of Wisdom Araxes and Solterra's Warden Torstein.

Their birth was far from celebrated; whispered rumors swirled and bit at the heels of his mother, brother, and himself. Even though he resides within the Night Court, he is unsure where his loyalties lie.
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