Lycoris

[Kezz]

Name: Lycoris
Gender: Female
Breed: Spanish Mustang X Orlov Trotter X Shagya Arabian X Selle Francais
Age: Three
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year Five
Coat Color: Light dappled buckskin - colour reference
Height: 14.3 hands
Eye Color: Dark, poison ivy green

Personality:

The quieter, more conservative of the two - if that is possible. She is a woman of very little words and emotions but certainly not short of opinions. Her wrath is rarely seen but most definitely present, hidden, waiting, conspiring. Lycoris is a sly little doll with a nasty, manipulative streak which no doubt stemmed from her father's brutality. She is the calculating cool to her brother's vivid imagination - it would be wise not to underestimate her unhealthy obsession with him. Her desires lie with the night and all that festers within the darkness. Beauty, in her eyes, triumphs above honour, it is what society is built upon and how the rich oppress the poor. Conceited does not cover her excessive vanity, having been told her entire life that she is the prettiest figurine to walk the planet. Lycoris has a dark fascination for all things dead: bones, blood, corpses. Some might say the girl possesses a mild form of necromania. She has not seen the wonders of nature or encountered the diversity of character but still her silent malevolence throbs and pulsates in her murky, choked heart.

History:

Côte Vermeille was their place of birth, otherwise known as the Red Coast. Barren and deserted it was ruled by the High King, Aramis, born of blue blood. Selle Francais was the dominant breed, true to the native heritage of the land they inhabited. He was a wicked man with cold eyes and a fierce obsession for greed and riches; he believed that purity and power danced hand in hand. For years he searched for the perfect queen, one that was virtuous, obedient and ravishing. Not that this stopped him from bedding countless, helpless women over this time - a double standard that would one day become his downfall. Finally Aramis settled on a beautiful teenage girl with eyes as warm as honey and a voice that sounded like innocence incarnate. She was a virgin, and her fertility unproven but the King decided to take this chance. It was a risk he should have avoided.

Weeks, months, years passed and still the young Queen did not birth a child. Four miscarriages and a stillborn later, Aramis lost his patience and beat her harder than he had ever done before. The girl, whose name was Eulalie, wept over the unrequited love for her husband and the pain she felt for her dead children. In a cruel current of revenge, Aramis dragged seven women from the street into his bed chambers and raped them one by one in front of Eulalie. It was reminder of his infinite power, of his unquestionable dominance and of her uselessness to carry an heir.

Eleven months went by and still no son or daughter was conceived. Aramis became increasingly violent towards everyone and everything; a madness began to creep into his frustrated mind. Yet one late spring evening, two tiny foals were deposited upon the royal doorstep. It was Eulalie who discovered them first: wet, trembling and entangled by their own skinny limbs. A pale figure was disappearing into the hazy early mist, but as the Queen stared after the lady, she realised it was a mare known to her. One of the seven girls violated by her husband - and these were his bastard children. Both were underweight and in quite clearly poor condition, as twins it was a miracle they were even still alive. She gathered them inside with the desperation of a childless mother and nestled the pair against her side for an hour.

It was her maid that found the trio first. Aramis was informed and he thundered into his Queen's chambers - what witchcraft was this? Had she magically conceived twins? With those bitter blue eyes he glared for they were indeed his children, oh yes. It was obvious from their sloping shoulders and noble heads, smaller and finer than the pure Selle Francais indeed but with excellent conformation that could only have originated from regal blood. His disgust dissipated as he realised that these two children could finally be his lifeline. All Aramis had to do now was forget that they were bastards, forget that they were not blue-blooded and convince his kingdom that they were the heirs to the throne.

They were given a nurse who raised them, whilst Eulalie visited them every evening. The novelty of children soon wore off for Aramis, but not on his wife. It was all she had ever dreamed of and would have spent every waking moment with the twins if she were permitted. Ulrich and Lycoris were spoilt from the moment they stepped into the palace, a true prince and princess. Everything that they desired was handed to them on a silver platter. Not once however were they allowed to venture farther than the great stone walls of their father's royal abode, and were therefore totally sheltered and deprived of a normal upbringing. Their lives revolved around routine, they did not come into contact people other than their parents, the royal guards and their nurse. It was a most bizarre upbringing.

The unraveling of their pristine, suffocated lives began when a messenger brought news of their birth mother's death. At two and a half years old Ulrich and Lycoris had only just begun to notice the differences between the family, but still the shock was all the same when Eulalie informed them of the truth. She could not lie to her beloved children any more, much to Aramis' dismay. His closely guarded secret was starting to slip through his hooves. Ulrich, softly spoke out against his father for the first time in his life. It was something he had always longed to do but had never been brave enough. Now however he took a stand, feeble and nervous, but a stand all the same and asked that they would be taken to see their mother, who had lived in the lowly parts of the kingdom her entire life.

It was never clear how the truth of the heirs' lineage was discovered by the realm. In the end, it didn't really matter. The High King was named a liar and a cheat by his subjects, and in the darkness a rebellion stirred. They struck in the night with bludgeoning hooves and slicing teeth, ripping the King and Queen from their beds and executing them before a sound could slip from their throats. Ulrich and Lycoris were ushered out into the night by their nurse, who was murdered shortly after whilst her charges ran, ran as fast and as far as they possibly could.

Six months later, here they find themselves. Lost, bewildered and completely fascinated by the beautiful world they had been hidden from their entire lives.

[Kezz]

done <3

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Can I has her? :3

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