..and it is still burning [ n o i ]

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The devil has tagged me Noi.
He created me five turns ago.
His corpse maidens wove me into something femininley grotesque.
I collected ashes from hell that made me of the ebon hue
He draped me in rags of a similar ebon hue.
I show little of importance to me through a glare of black
I am plagued with stains of nothingness.
I am stretched to a towering 15.2 hh.
He pricked me with his needle and I bled the blood of the impure arabian.
The devil has branded me with his label of darkness.

You'll find nothing in these eyes of fog.
Noi is a truly unique female. With a keen eye and tricky personality, it is easy to become confused when having a conversation with her. She doesn't easily become sidetracked, and will often push at a subject. She is a very philosophical creature, and likes to look at the meaning of things and share those meanings with others that misunderstand them. Don't get me wrong though, those misunderstood things are often the thorns on the roses. She is a very cold being and even her eery presence can send chills up any equid's spine. She is often referred to as spooky and unworldy. She is very quiet and mysterious, but once you get on her bad side, she will seek revenge when it is most unexpected.

Noi is not your average frou-frou arabian. She will often appear lifeless when laying down, and her weary presence can strike a strange fear in anyones eyes. She has dull and soul-less eyes that, strangely, never shine and never have a reflection of anything when you look in them. She has a black coat that never shines, even with the help of a liquid running over it. Her entire appearance is rugged and eery, lifeless if you will..without a soul.


This past haunts me every day I am left to creep upon this living hell.
Her sire was a evil hessian, and he would often try to woo a strange wench he did not even know into his herd. He saw these wenches as simple vessels. Tools to satisfy his hunger for power and extend his bloodline so his the legend of his infamy would never die..and it didn't. He carried on through the later years of his life planting his seed in mares, of numbers that are too high to count. By his death, he would have the largest mass of spawn the lands had ever seen. It was not long, though, before predators were in vast numbers as well and surrounded the mass quantity of meat. For months, it was a slaughter-fest. Everyone was gone in a matter of months. It was the biggest tragedy the herd had ever seen, and only a few were left to survive. Noi, however, was one of the lucky ones.

For days, the young minx wandered aimlessly, just trying to get away from the past and the vile aroma of blood that had soaked her pelt and still lingered in the wisping breeze after days of traveling away from the horrid scene. Though she traveled far, for years even, and now found a place to stay for the remainder of her coming years, she has forgotten little of those who died in the fangs of hungry predators, and even less of those horrid months that she had to stay in hiding and watch those loved ones take on the gluttony of feasting beasts.

[*~Awaiting Death~*]

Accepted!

[Wild Magic]

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