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  Mid-Winter, Year 2    Leviticus Era
A meeting for the Knights of Lyrus is being hosted by Commander Kodarki in the Red Waste!
Destroyah has lost to Draco in a heated fight, but we're sure we'll see more from the mare!
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Kyrian
Rogue

Statistics
Age Adult, 4 yrs
Gender Stallion
Scale 17.2 hh - 1800 lbs
Sexuality Heterosexual
Baser Nature Neutral

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Family
-- P e d i g r e e --


Sire x Dam

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Kyrian


-- Offsping --

to be announced

Appearance
Falling too fast to prepare for this,,


[ 17.2 hh ] [ Draft build ] [ 1800 lbs ]
[ Twilight Wings ] [ Feathered and Tasseled Tail ] [ Cloven Hooves ]
[ Feather Dust ]


Built to withstand the test of time, this brute's form is quite simply cast as baroque in type. With a straight, strong profile his dark head is well proportioned for his muscular, upright neck and easily carried with an elegant arch that slopes to powerful shoulders. From those shoulders grow wings of great breadth and spread with strength enough to carry such a heavy beast. A short coupled, muscular back slopes to robust hindquarters. Strong legs of undeniable length give him the advantage of height at 17.2 hands high and are covered with ebony feathers. At such a weight of approximately 1800 pounds his earth toned cloven hooves are inured to carry him with ease. Across his body the various tones of coal can be observed, dark upon the points and pale gray upon his wide barrel, giving him a distinctly blue roan coat.

Gazing upon the world with eyes as brilliant and expressive as the sun, he peers from two bright orbs of mainly shades of yellow: buttercup, gold, and citrine. Though if the mood of anger arises a distinctly red tinge spoils the brilliancy to a sard quartz. All the while feelings of joy and delight soften them to a remarkable andalusite burnt orange.

Much like the birds of the sky, his magnificent wings are feathered though their coloring mimics non of the avian kingdom. Stolen from dusk and dawn, his great scapulars and marginal coverts are a deep indigo of darkness being submitted by the light. The primary coverts are a deep violet and the secondary coverts are a dark raspberry as the battle is lost. Bright, fiery success is proclaimed as his primary remiges are colored cadmium orange. At last, the underside of his wings are a pale creamy white often seen during newly acquired dewy soft mornings. When the mood is just right barely visible dust comes from these giant wings. Particularly when he is feeling pleasantly happy or especially amorous his wings open to release star-like dust that glitters ever so slightly, giving quite the display when dark enough - or going unnoticed when in broad daylight. His tail is a feather-tipped appendage that is boned all the way to the tip. Subtly changing from ebony to the deep indigo shade, silky hair sprouts from the base of the tail and covers the underside for the entire length before feathers flare at the end. These feathers are as dynamic as his wingtips and allow for maneuverability and stabilization both on the ground and in the air.


pixel by fynli.deviantart.com
'Tripping in the world could be dangerous,,

Personality
Whatever it takes,,


[ + self-reliant ] [ + sensitive ] [ - cautious ] [ + altruistic ] [ + courteous ] [ - skeptical]
[ - mistrustful ] [ + friendly ] [ -/+ persistent ] [ + respectful ] [ - vengeful ]
[ + protective ] [ +/- passionate ]


Easy going and witty, Kyrian [ Kear-ee-an ] is an intelligent, well spoke, and respectful gentlestud. Often opting for the slightly more challenging path, he strives to do what he deems good or charitable. Be it helping a lost soul find the correct path to travel on their quest for home seeking or by standing against those who would do harm to a weaker individual. He maintains an unbiased moral compass, which does not leave him without faults.

Seeing the injustice practiced by an apathetic world, Kyrian finds himself unable to completely lower his guard to expose the true depth of his empathy toward those he grows close to. Allowing the vulnerable to seek shelter in his strength, he weathers the storm - emotionally and physically - alone and in command of his own thoughts. He is well able to follow orders and regard those in powerful positions with due respect, yet his true allegiance is to himself and his better judgement. This results in his inability to obtain a high supporting rank and his lack of political ambition allows for him to give counsel or advice without compunction.

Kyrian's physical strength compliments his inner workings. Level headed and slow to anger, he can deflate a serious and potentially violent state of affair with a few well stated remarks or quips. Often this stallion is picking a compromise to avoid unnecessary confrontation; however, take duel note that Kyrian is both virile and youthful so the occasional brawl isn't to come as completely unexpected. When a true cause has ensnared his undivided attention, he can exchange blows with the stubborn intensity of a canine howling for a stolen bone.


'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins,,

History
Everybody circling, it's vulturous,,


[ Birth Year ]


She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Kyrian thought to himself as the sunlight glittered off the figure approaching from a short distance away. The mare had wings of great strength and a coat of brilliantly bright colors, similar to those she had bequeathed to her son. My mother is as beautiful as the sun shining off purple capped mountains. The dark colt took a deep breath to puff his youthful chest and bunched his still developing shoulder muscles to lift his heavy wings from their nestled place upon his back. Leaping forward, he sprung into a canter to meet her halfway, his thoughts still mulling. To be fair, the young colt supposed that most youth thought much the same of their mother's too. Always providing for him exactly what he needed, even when such a thing was a lesson in patience or some other frustrating virtue, his dam was ever resilient and kind. But he yearned for more than this one-sided relationship of parent to offspring dynamic, Kyrian wanted to explore the world and meet others. Wistfully, he mused, Like my father.

But his wishes were not to be met that day.


[ Weaning Year ]


"Don't look so forlorn, Mother," Kyrian chuckled, "I will return. This is my time to journey." Tossing his head, settling his thick ebony forelock off to one side, he peered at his dam with curved lips and an open expression of suppressed excitement.
The gangling colt standing before her wasn't at his full potential yet. Standing a feather short of looking her in the eye his legs looked too long and his head too big for his constantly growing body, but nothing dominated his appearance more than his enormous wings, those beautiful twilight wings. Despite all of growing he still needed to do, her son was handsome to her. She saw the beautiful soul bared for all the world through his expressive eyes and she almost ordered him to stay another winter with her, but she didn't because her little Ky would stay if she asked. "Be safe," she found herself whispering. "May we meet again."



[ Year Alone ]


This world of Elysium was more than his dam could have ever told him those first few years. As far as his eyes could scan, as distant as his legs could carry him, and as swift as his wings could yield him, he traveled and he did not travel the entire territories. Yet Kyrian saw things he could not unsee and heard mention of deeds he would rather have never heard. This didn't diminish the beauty of the landscape or the thrill of each new acquaintance, but he developed an air of caution. Still, after settling with nomads to learn the art of warfare, Kyrian departed as a friend from their company after a sudden pang of wanderlust. Through the changing seasons his body finally finished developing and he was in the prime of his life, ever ready for the next adventure.


[ Fourth Year ] YEAR 2 – EXODUS ERA


To be continued.


Negative,,

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