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rajani

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ONE
the basics

labeled » rajani
rusted » three years
chromosomes » xx
stretched » fifteen point three hands
bleeding » mixed/mutt
chosen » torn in two [formerly dark]

TWO
the details

looks » With the blood of many breeds running through her veins, Rajani is what is considered in impure mutt. The more noticable breeds that contribute to her appearance are the mustang, arabian, thoroughbred, and the akhal teke. These are some good combinations, as she has a few noticable and special traits given to her by each of the said breeds. The arabian gives her a graceful looking outer shell, with a naturally regal look, with a high held tail and shadows around the nostrils and eyes, as well as a dipped skull. The mustang in her gives her a slightly more muscular and capable build. The thoroughbred in her gives her a good boost in height, and the akhal teke blood gives her a lean and agile build, complimenting her toned body.

Contrasting to the shadows she usually chooses to lurk in, Rajani's pelt is of a ghostly white hue. She has some black shadowing around the eyes, and some grey around the dock and a somewhat wavy, silky grey tail and mane. Her eyes are a dull shade of blue, and despite the phrase often used for eyes 'windows to the soul', her eyes seem completely vaccant, as well as her facial expression. She rarely cracks a smile or a frown, and instead always seems as if she's out of her body, and the outer shell is just standing there, with nothing held within it.

Rajani's presence seems very eerie, and those of the lighter sort who dare to near her often claim to feel a spooky, tingly and cold feeling rush through them as a shivver runs up and down their spine. Rajani never seems at all energetic, and enjoys spending her time in the shadows, alone and sulking silently. Her presence is truly as dark as a neutral's can get.

personality » Stoic and unfeeling are two words that might come to one's mind when describing Rajani. Her presence is cold, and her features are rarely more than vacant. She speaks when she sees it fitting, but barely ever when it isn't required of her. When she does, though, she uses a varied vocabulary, and will often incorperate riddles and witty phrases with her speach to get her points across. She is also a very philosophical female, and sees that there is a reason for everything, and that nothing is perfect.

Being cold as the darkest of darks, there are only a few things that seperate Rajani from the hellish mares of the darker domains. For one, unlike most of the darks, Rajani is more of a calm and collected mare, never acting aggressively without reason or impulsively. Also, she will never cause a being or object meaningless harm, where as a dark mare will often pick out the weakest looking in a bunch of flowers and stomp it out. She may be cold-hearted, but she isn't wicked.

history » The pain all started at birth. Rajani was born into a herd overuled and commanded by a tyrant of a stallion by the name of Tsume. A fitting name, for like the deadly wave he was called after, he often fell over many in a fit of rage or mere power hunger, taking out many souls as he did so. Her mother was the high priestess of hell in her herd, and was highly respected by everyone but Tsume, who saw everyone but himself as the scum of the earth, and used them only to increase his power and herd count. When Rajani was old enough to comprehend her fate as nothing more than a slave to the 'great king', she quickly rebelled against it. Denying her place as the heiress to the high priestess ranking, she ran; And she ran far away.

Despite her teachings as a foal in the ways of the dark, the young Rajani decided that she'd find life more easy as a neutral mare, though she still has many, many dark qualities about her. She's been in one neutral herd, but seeing how strange the mare truly seemed; Seeing how creepy this so called 'neutral' mare acted, the lead stallion quickly and regretlessly booted her from the herd to leave her on her own again. Now, she's been traveling and will continue her on her way until she finds her way into the right herd.

THREE
the sample post

sample » A shadow. Yes, she was a shadow, cast upon the walls of existance. In fact, she barely even existed at all. She was like a ghost, more likely, caught between life and death; torn in two. Whatever she was, she was sure that she was doomed to exist on the horrid place called earth for a couple of decades more, give or take a few years, serving only the purpose of haunting those who found her repellingly creepy. What more was her life meant for? It had seemed just a couple of years prior to the time that she would be destined - or rather doomed - to spend a life following the ways of her brutal sire as high priestess in her herd. Even with the fancy title, the miniscule yearling with leave the herd, and wind up in a place called Darkest Destiny at the ripe age of three. It just goes to show that destiny had it's sharp turns, and it was often hard to predict where one would end up in life.

The phantom contessa maneuvered forth through the wasteland, muscular and capable looking figure brushing past the foliage that blocked her path with ease. The ivory mare was a beautiful creature, though it was hard to tell the way the held herself, slinking like a dark wench and with the most vacant expression held upon her features. She swashed her silky, grayed whipcords, slapping her hocks as she walked a short distance before reaching a decent corner where the shady branches of a massive oak loomed over her. She stood casually, azure opticals eying the ground with that same vacancy lingering within them both. She looked as if she were without a soul, and let only the outer shell of her self be known to those lurking around her, the hungry stags that were eying her, debating on wether to aproach such a spooky, spiritless mare.

A few things were running through her head, one of which being that this was just another meaningless stop on her journey. Since when did the stallions dare themselves to claim such an eerie ess that was supposedly neutral between the alliances? The neutral stallions were frightened, leaving the lights out of the picture completely, and of the hellish ones? They'd hardly look at anything that wasn't arrogant enough to call themselves a son or daughter of the demon king himself that lingered just beneath their hooves, burning in the pits of hell. The way she saw it, it was unlikely that she'd ever find a herd. Who knew? Perhaps she was destined to be a loner.

[Clear*Skies]

Ohhhh Very Nice....I'm Sure Trap Would Have Fun Meeting Him [lol] Accpeted >_<

[» r a j a n i]

'Tis a she. xP Lol. By the way, thanks. ^_^

[Clear*Skies]

Opps Sorry *glup*

[» r a j a n i]

S'okay. ;]

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