Hello There, Guest!
- Register


Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Winter
▶ Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃)
▶ Weather || The weather radar really does seem to be off the charts lately...
I wonder what's going on? (#15-19)


Character of the Season

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
your company's fine but i get on better with mine

Pair of the Season
Somnus and Eulalie

Quote of the Season
"She remembers too well what it means to be free, to take her own fate from the dark places between the stars." — Calliope in Thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

see here for nominations


Pending Approval

The Character

▶ Age: 502 [Year ]
▶ Gender:
▶ Pronouns: she/her
▶ Orientation: Homosexual
▶ Breed: Welara
▶ Height: 14.3 hh
▶ Health:
▶ Attack:
▶ Experience:
▶ Signos: 0 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 04-14-2018
▶ Last Visit: (Hidden)
▶ Total Posts: 0 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 0 (Find All Threads)

Send Message

the darkness of a woman is such that,
stripped of our sight, we must feel our way through it

Winged Kirin | Welara | Black Spotted Blanket Appaloosa | Yellow Eyes

A ghost of herself once seen in Vectaeryn, time has worn down upon her. Rest assured, Sabbath still remains extravagant, intense in expression and in presence, devouring the attention in the room with dominance and aggression in every agile movement. Her deep-set eyes simply burn holes into her scaled skull, bright like sunlight. The eyebrows above them are typically tense, pulled into a look of disgust that she's worn almost daily since leaving home, despite the fact that her resting face usually aligns itself along the definition of a glare. A patch of dark blue scales, triangular in formation as they creep down from between her ears into a tapered point by her eyes, fails to catch in her hateful look. They bury themselves below a mass of dark curls, the only remaining portion of her mane left since being buzzed into a thin, coarse strip. Even her horns are gone, broken into jagged edges that now only make it as far as a few inches behind her ears, like thin, curved goat horns.
She still remains petite in form, though more noticeably thin then she had been back home. Outlines of a rib cage are now carefully hidden behind cold, dark leathered wings, barely ashamed of their presence but fearing the signs of weakness. Sabbath is made of hellfire and passion, pure fury; there is no room left for a mistake anymore. It has to be shown despite her small head, lightly dished with large nostrils, her short yet thick neck, a medium-length back with wide withers decorated in a small stretch of matching scales, gone before it even reaches the minimal whited area of her hips. Her legs can be seen as awkwardly long for her body, at least having enough muscle remaining that they aren't stilts made of twigs. The only decoration they're allowed to bare is matching leg guards, pale white and only around to the sides and the front of her front cannon bones. Dark cloven hooves and a lengthy leonine tail, completely bald except for a thick, tangled mess of curls to match her forelock complete her look.

or stuff zuno couldn't figure out how to fit in the big description

- In outfits, loves to wear dark veils and the colour red.
- Welsh Section A x Spanish Arabian
- Hair is 100% loose ringlet curls and nearly always a mess.
- Resting face is nothing short of a glare.
- Scaling is smooth and soft, like snake scales, and sheds in the spring and fall.
- An idea of the extent of her blanketing.
we crawl,
we enter her circles of Hell,

  • Confident
  • Intense
  • Serious
  • Self-Centered
  • Cunning
  • Passionate
  • Chaotic
  • Vengeful
  • Manipulative
  • Aggressive
  • Xenophobic
  • Judgmental

The devil in a handbag, Sabbath runs off what's left of her quick wits and the edge of her teeth in a world she's only known of through rejection and hatred. Having fled luxury and excellence, the height of her home's society, once valued passion and confidence has burned an open hole into her that, as far as she can see, has allowed her inner self to be grow into what she is now.

Increasingly cutthroat and rude now that there's nothing left to trust but blind xenophobia, slightly tainted with racism now that there's barely anything left to make out what's right and what's wrong, her immediate instincts rely on dominating and breaking down others. What else is she to do? In her mind, the world outside of Vectaeryn is cruel, greedy without ends, and desperate for control. She can only center things upon herself, manipulating as far as her powers will allow her, and using the brute force of chaos where she can't control enough to make the best of her situations. Needless to say, Sabbath has to be in control when weakness is her greatest enemy, a risk of slavery nipping at her heels. Extreme confidence has been constrained to realistic limits, spiced with slight bits of zeal. In her eyes, confidence is the reins of power, a way to keep the wolves at bay, and as far as she can keep up the displeasing antics, safety is nothing more than a lace veil between herself and the unevitable.

or stuff zuno couldn't figure out how to fit in the big description

- While mentioned to be somewhat racist, her racism centers on not knowing who to trust, besides other kirins, which in her head are only native to Vectaeryn and a true sign of loyalty. Given a genuine show that you're from Vectaeryn, she's likely to drop her guard and be more friendly, but good luck proving it.
- Judges the life out of anyone and everyone as an attempt to figure out "motives."
- Wouldn't waste time to hit you with her wings to move you out of her way.
- In all honesty, has little to no respect to anyone, and sees respect as something that has to be earned, never freely given.
- A very sexual being, and surprisingly romantic to those of her interest.
- Paranoid as ever. Always manages to "sleep with one eye open."
until we sympathize with her sorrow,
until we learn from her rage.

The third and the final child, perfectly at home in the shadow of an elder sibling who wears the family's complete expectations like a perfectly fitting cloak. Sabbath comes into Vectaeryn as another pretty, perfect face in the Solaris royal line, her mother a full sibling to King Aesthia, a marriage pawn to her father, a particularly well-loved general in the country's army. Her childhood is fast to be filled with all hopes and dreams she could imagine, left to be reckless inside of palace walls and her parents' estate, and as her mother spends her days away with the prized elder sibling, Sabbath gains what she can only see is the key to everything: fighting, flight training for youthful, feathered wings, and exclusion from royal duties.
What a joke she lives in that first year, sliding her mother's thin approval by with ballet courses, wasting hours away in classes that focus on composure and learned regality. Navity fails to let her look into the bigger picture, where greater things are conspiring.
It's at a year and a half old that the grander scheme comes into play for the unruly princess: marriage.
Her mother is sure to tuck a smile onto her lips and a cheerful tone of voice when the verdict is announced, her father's facial muscles clutching each other in tense positions that scream his discomfort. "It's what's best for you," They're blatant lies as far as she's concerned; lies are something Mother does best.
"there's no place for you in the succession."
She could count the times she cared for that in the amount of horns she had then: zero, zlitch, none. Yet despite any attempts that might've been made that day against her mother's wishes, nothing fails to bypass Mother.
Shai's placement in her life arrives the next day with little reluctance, and while Shai is young, beautiful, filled with a quiet soul that opposites her own, not a moment in time can be spent enjoying her company. The girl's presence in her life is Naseeth's unwavering eye cast upon herself, fixated and true to home. They're surrounded in tutors and escorts, chaperones who tell poetry and legend related to portions of their home that should matter.
And just as Sabbath works to see everyone outside of herself burn these days, she was to see their planned marriage smolder into ashes.

It's in teenage hormones and the impending wedding that drives her into the grave, because while others waste no time in leaving her captivated and drowning in awe, leaving behind fleeting glances and disgusted looks at a warrior in the making, Shai is still there. Some-fucking-how, as she'd describe it, if you cared to ask.
It lights a fire in her bones that burns till there's nothing left. Naseeth wins, as always, and she was stupid, ignorant to spite her, but like mother, like daughter, Sabbath would rather see her mother writhe in agony in the long run.
While no one can truly claim what pulled the two together in the end, rest assured whatever it was did the trick. The two could frequently be the center of stress and worry over abandoned chaperones and skipped classes, trying their hearts out to blend in past the confinds of royalty and mingle with those their age who were at least somewhat normal, or at least in their eyes.
Time shakes the chain and eventually shortens into the
Active & Parvus Magic

Passive Magic


Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

Agora Items & Awards

This user has no items.
(View All Items)


The Player

▶ Player Name: Zuno (Profile)
▶ PM Player: Send Message
▶ Email: Send Email
▶ Other Accounts: Zuno, Lorn, Roland,
oh no it's me again c':
Sabbath's Signature

you've given up your teeth and tongue, 
to some cruel voice in your head

:: please tag me
:: minor force and powerplay allowed