Lilaelir

[lilaelir]

Characters name: LILAELIR >click to see her

Gender: Mare

Alliance: Equine

Height: 15.3

Age: 5

Description: Lilaelir is jinxed with a dappled hue. From head to tail she is a dull grey, just as the clouds above her mock. Her tassles hold a tinted cream, and optics enriched with crimson liquids. Her dial holds a lighter ivory then the rest of her bodice, alomst a gleam of white as though her genes couldn't decide wether to make her a pure white filly or a dappled. It seemed to flow rather to the side of dapple.


Personality: Lilaelir has a tender mind. Her optics hold nothing but innocents and a sinless soul. She has an angelic aurora around her, and a sweet irresistible shy appearance. But beyond her looks come a wisdom and trustful persona. For lies did not come easier for her, and neither did sin. But even so, she looked at everyone with equality, and maturity. Lilaelir understood no one and nothing were perfect, sin was nothing to be shy of. But it was a word to respect. But even if some believe of Lilealir as a perfect soul lets mind she has made one sin a prominent factor of her guilt. To watch the murder of her mother and sisters. The man who could deal such a sin was no one other then Brasthilo. But she could not find it in her heart to distrust him, he was her brother. He was not perfect, isn't that enough to go by?

History: Even from the start of her first breath the mother found no point in dealing with the floundering filly. Other then to let her suckle the essence of her milk. As days grew numbered Lilaelir was weaned from the liquid and began to forage with her other siblings. Many days she'd lay alone within the shade of the cherry blossoms, maybe this was where her quiet persona was aroused from. Her optics longed for the beauty of the lavender leaves of the cherry trees every year. And her small flints groped at the crab grasses and the dandelions as she played with her older sister keira. Her sister was a dark bay, a rather richer color then her own dappled painting.

By the time she was a yearling, no longer holding her filly fur,she began to rough house with the rest of family. Slowly becoming more social and began to understand the trust bond between everyone. She paid really close attention to each others persona. And found Brasthilo the most interesting of all of her siblings. Maybe, it was first out of jealousy that her parents found more time to be with him rather then the females of the herd. Many days grew and she wanted to speak and to become known to her older brother. She tended to sneak around and play with him. Or as her immature mind frolicked with the bliss of beginning to understand her older brother. Even though Lilaelir began to figure her brother was a sinful man. He was lustful, and held rather crude humor as she recognized was second hand off her parents persona.But never would she find him fearful or intimidating to be around.

Even as her second year was beginning to come around. A scent of blood was recognized within the air. Curiosity hit her mind, but then fear plummeted to her gut. She tracked down the scent to find her fallen siblings. Her optics shot up to see her brother, the brother she loved dearly. Taking hesitant steps to wards him. She didn't understand his reasoning behind the murders he dealt. And couldn't figure out whether she should accept him for his sin or become hateful of him.

Brasthilo allowed her to keep her breath, and she found by habit to follow him. To trust him, to forgive him, it was in her nature. lilaelir found him her protector as everyone else felt sorry for the dappled minx. They believed her to be caged in his fortress. They didn't understand that she rather found delight in standing beside her brother. Half through the year of her second summer. A mob of equines banished her from the herd. Lilaelir ran confused and desperate of the sudden separation of her brother. And fear to unknown certainty of whether he was still breathing the earths air. Years passed and time grew as just another desperate plead of uncertainty, and her future uncertain. She wandered in spite of her urge to run home, for soon the minx found ways of living. And clung onto the the light in the dark tunnel, to forever be herself, there was hope. She would not let one incident of the mistrusting creatures that tore her apart from the creature she loved dearly as a sibling to change her. She wandered deep within the terrain insearch of her brother, but in spite of her longing search she may only assume it will be rather a fruitless search. Must Lilaelir really move on from her past, the last peice of memory she still clung to

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