ERADAI .

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calling . Eradai [ era . die ]
short and sweet . Era [ prefers to be called Era and tells other this is her name, her reason for this is that her entire name seems somewhat too long, and formal. ]
standing . Luce [ though she feels as though she doesn’t quite belong there, though she also knows she’d never belong with the Score, she isn’t completely kind-hearted and easygoing, nor is she cruel hearted and warmongering. ]
gender . Belle
spun . Three
mold . Mustang x Arab Mutt
flights . 15 hands

persona .

Strong and feral at heart, Era is not in all what some would consider a very feminine female. She stands up for herself and her friends, and is known to start fights, even though she is rarely one to win one. Though the vix has ones she loves within the Luce, and doubtless it is true she shares many ways and feelings with them, in comparison to the Score, the young mare does not quite feel as though she truly belongs there. Most of the Luce members are all “Hail peace, no more fighting, lets all get along in our own little pacifist party while there are blood-sucking fiends taking a nice little stroll through the woods.” She knows the two are having a war, but also knows that the Luce (or at least quite a few of them) would much rather enjoy a nice vacation in a safe old and not to mention dull locale whilst leaving their home, (no matter how screwed up) to be sucked dry by certain unnatural equine…things. Her blood is easy to boil, her mind at times filled with nothing but unbridled frustration and anger, which can sometimes come from the tiniest little pet peeve being ruffled. No, the girl isn’t bi-polar; she’s just hot-tempered and mulish. Her will is often stanch; her beliefs are solid and constant, and if it’s one thing the femme hates, it’s being wrong. The belles wild and unpredictable character leads her to many rash actions which consequently lead to Era getting into much unneeded trouble which she usually has to get her self out of on her own devices.

look .

It is easy to label this oddity of a vix as unusual. In shape the femme is quite attractive, small, lithe, and quick with a mustang like size and legs, and an Arabian quaintness and trim look. Her pelt is, in general quite plain, a pale tawny tone, like that of a palomino save for the fact that her mane and tail match the rest of coat if not, only a slight bit lighter. Her pelt is silky and smooth, with fur, which lay quite short and trims, matching her Arab ancestry. Era’s threads are long and slightly waved, her whipcord resting just slightly above her hock. Mane is nothing totally unusual, or incredibly long, about normal length, perhaps a bit longer. A fat splotchy blaze colors the mares face, generally all together save for the left upper corner of the mark which breaks off into it’s own separate spot right above the corner of her eye. Both hind legs bear short white pasterns both mostly an inch, maybe half an inch long. Now, the oddest thing about Era, are her eyes, unlike most equines, they are not some shade of brown, or maybe even hazel, or the rare blue, they are a mismatched pair. The right, a sea green blue, the left a light shade of warm coffee, her eyes are always shining, whether it be mischievous, kindly, or fuming.

exert .

Eradai was born the daughter of a wild mare and a tamed Arabian far from the trials of Autumn Scar. Her father, whose shameful name was Sugar Lump had escaped from his humans, clutches, and though they were neither cruel nor over expectant the steed felt the need to be free. Her mother Ada was the only child of a lead stag whom had control of a small yet sturdy herd not too far off from the Arabs home ranch. When Sugar Lump finally stumbled into Ada’s herd lands he was weary and dirtier then he’d been since his foaling.

Now when the destined mates first met, their relationship was far from love at first sight, in fact it was pure loathing hatred at first word. Ada hated the way the pampered pet spoke, hated how he complained about his simple life, and begged for one which was so much harder. Sugar Lump changed though, over time, eventually his name came to be Sul, once he gained enough respect to be ditched of that silly dub-ance. The steed had also became stronger, much more masculine, and someone Ada couldn’t help but like.

Things from there were quite sweet and mushy; details, which will be passed, back at the present. Out of their rocky love came Eradai, the first in the line of new leaders in the family herd, though it was a title she’d never stay to live up to. Sul’s humans were not a forgetful lot, nor did they give up, for they truly loved the steed. When they came riding over the hill to see the minuet herd of wild horses, and one fiery chestnut Arabian they couldn’t help but reclaim what was theirs, and a bit more.

The herd scattered, Sul, Ada, and young Era ran together, the young mother was caught before they got out of the fleshy ones sights. Sul and his offspring managed to escape, and they ran, and ran until Eradai’s legs finally gave out on her. This all took place shortly before the fillies first birthday, and ever since her life has been very confusing, and bumpy. The father and daughter traveled together for a year, until their past caught up with them with a different face.

Humans.

They were running yet again, the humans were faster then before, and Sul was older, and Era faster. Sul was captured, his young daughter slowed to stay with him, not wanting to abandon her father, but he screamed for her to fly, and so she did. She few fast, into the night, she flew even when the humans were long gone, and after a near day of running with short breaks the breaking fillies weary bones brought her to Autumn Scar, where her life spiraled in a whole other direction with many new faces, and places, and problems.

pass code . All Hallows Eve

sample .

Fear, true unbridled fear, the type of feeling that sent your chest burning and your eyes running. It was a terrible thing that made you want to scream in fear, only to find no sound resonated from your vocals. So you’d choke, whimper, loose your breath, with the only thing on your mind besides you terror was the urge to flee. Eradai was feeling just this, at this very moment, her young form straining to move faster, and faster but all she felt was the lag of omen pulling her back, like a crazy strong tide in the ocean.

She could vaguely hear her fathers pounding hooves only a tail length behind her, the thought of him so near to the clutches of the humans whilst she blindly charged on like one to battle made Era’s muscles loosen only the slightest. Her legs easing up as she pulled back to him, only to feel ivories nip hard against her rump and urge her faster, against her own will. Then there was a terrible sound, like the shallow crack of thunder in the distance, then a horrid gurgling and silence. A quick glance over her shoulder showed Era a vision of her father struggling against a vine-like plant, which the humans had entangled around his neck.

The filly slid to a halt and swiveled about balking further from the two-legged menaces, but she couldn’t just leave her sire to these beastly things-could she? Sul caught sight of his daughter and auds plastered against his crania and a sharp cry took up the lands as he urged his daughter to run and this was the easiest way to get her going yet again. Era hesitated only for a moment before swinging back and starting off at a quick jog, glancing over her shoulder once, eyes alight with fear, and anger.

Then she was off charging with cavalry worthy speeds across the plains, heading no where but away from the sight of her fathers capture. Of what would happen to the proud stallion as he was brought back into his past life Eradai did not know, but the though of his possible torture goaded her on, until it was that she ran until day turned to night, and night to morning, and then she came to a place, where things were not they way they were behind her, where winter had suddenly become autumn, and impossible feat. The sight of this oddity was finally too much for the youngster, and she collapsed on the spot, out cold for the next day.

[Befera]

Very good, Vex, very good.

Accepted