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BerichtOnderwerp: Dravynea wo 11 nov 2015 - 16:54

'The cave you fear to enter,
Holds the treasure that you seek'

Names: Dravynea
Sex: Mare
Age: 8 year
Height: 1.65 cm
Breed: Quarter horse

Parents: //
Siblings: //
Offspring: //
Mate: //
Knows: //

Reference: Reference is made by foolishsunsets @ deviantart
Coat color: Liver chestnut
Manes:Medium length
Eyes: She has purple jewel like eyes that glow and emit light in the darkness, like there's a light source within her that glows
Markings: asymmetric stripes and spots on her face, purple glow on her body and around her crystals
Attributes: She wears crystals on her shoulder/back and knees
Extra: She loves being under ground and in caves.

Open, Warm, social, warrior, loved,

Dravynea was a small but strong build mare, she was way larger then most of her kind. Although she looked like a warrior the small mare moved herself like a gracious deer, trough all the rocks and stones this cave has to offer thinking about her past... about her story. That was the time when she thought about her beloved father, he was not only a father to her but also her best friend and an emperor of the beloved country of Dunmer. Dravynea always looked up at her father, she had the same strong build as him although he was way bigger and his coat was velvet black with a purple glow around it and wearing 3 thick horns on his head. Which can glow a nice purple tone and that he can use in battle.

In the time Dravynea was just a small foal Dunmer was attacked and the herd was split up into two groups.. one supported the king, and one who doesn't support him.. her mother was one of the non supporters and she asked Dravynea to go with her.. but the little foal wouldn't go. She didn't want to go and leave her father behind. She was all that he have left.

But within the few years the king became greedy and arrogant. And within a few weeks Dravynea didn't even recognize him anymore. The king locked the kingdom of dunmer and went down to the dungeons where he treasuerd his gold and silver for days. He became sick, a sickness was trying to eat his soul and transform him into a whole different creature. A sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will happen... It was a memory Dravynea would never forget.

Bad things happend that day, if the small mare only would have know that day what she knows now she would have been a very different creature. The city got attacked for the second time by the non supporters, and even her mother was there. But at this point the King didn't do anything, he asked the guards to protect him and his gold. Dravynea's mother saw there was nothing left of the once great kingdom of Dunmer and they decided to leave.

A few years later...

Why do you always linger in the shadows Dravynea? her father told her this everyday with a greedy voice and sinister smile. And in fact she was, she loved to curl herself up in the darkness, and surround herself with the many creatures that hide themself also in the darkness of the caves. She felt pretty there seeing her crystals shine with a bright purple and sometimes blue/green light... dravynea felt pretty, but different. And different she was. She was ready for a new adventure. Her father couldn't teach her anything new and she felt locked inside this gigantic cave. So she decided to leave and her father wouldn't even care about it.

Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A sleepless malice
as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be.


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BerichtOnderwerp: Re: Dravynea wo 11 nov 2015 - 21:47

Welkom op Blue Moon Horses!

I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil. I fight for their wives and children,
whose names I heard whispered in their last breaths. I fight for we few who did come home,
only to find a country full of strangers wearing familiar faces!

I fight for my people, impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them,
yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting
I've already done hasn't been for nothing! I fight... because I must."
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