The Horse Goddess [OPEN]

[Lady Death Blossom]

Name: Amika
Age: 17
Personality: She is cold and harsh. She lacks loving feelings toward other human beings. Inf act, she seems to dislike anyone but the horses she has surrounded herself with.
Bio: Amika was born into the Ancient Horse Tribe. Her people are protected by an agreement signed thousands of years ago with the Dionis Republic. The girl who is chosen by the 'Tantal', the horse god, is to marry what is know as his earthly half, the eldest Prince of the Republic. Amika was chosen upon her birth to be the Tantal's bride. It is the reason she was allowed her free and stubborn nature. She became just like a wild horse. But there is a problem with in the Dionis republic. There is only a princess to rule. No men have been born. This makes for quite a story.




Amika tossed her hair behind her slim shoulders. A pair of golden eyes glared across the sea of grass at a group of horses. They paused their munching to look up. Amika started forward, her feet made little noise in the grass. A large black stallion came to greet her. She lowered her head in respect for the horse. In return the horse lowered his own head. Amika laughed, smiling widely. She reached out and pet the huge beast. It nickered softly and turned. Amika climbed swiftly onto his back. The horse started at a light trot before breaking into a run. Amika leaned forward, holding on tightly. The wind rushed through her long black hair whipping it back and about her head. The sun beat down on tan flesh. The lower half of her body was the only thing covered.


She entered the tent. her eyes were cold and her lips took on a very evident frown. Pale gold eyes surveyed each and every tan and dark haired human being there. But There was son out of place. It was a pale,gold haired man. He seemed weak and stuttered profusely. Amika instantly hated him. Golden eyes flashed. >Why do you force me to speak with such a creature<

>But goddess... it is necessary!< The chieftain, her father, was trying to implore her. But no one was yet able to tame this beautiful beast. She clicked her tongue.

"You are wasting your time here with me," she told the man. "Tell who ever the hell is the Tantal's human form that he better get his ass down here if he ever desires to take me." >Now unless the real deal comes, do not bother me< She walked from the tent, her hips portraying her great annoyance. She would go back to the field.

[Sophronius]

Alarielle (called Aly by the few she has a personal relationship with)
Age: 18
Personality/Bio: Alarielle was a free spirit, one who loved to run around through the gardens and play games with her older brother and younger sister. She would have such fun outside and dance around, without regard for what her mother or her various handmaidens said about it. But this changed when Alarielle was eight and her brother caught ill and died, rather quickly, of influenza. Alarielle inherited her older brother’s title of heir apparent to the throne, much to the dismay of her family and the entire court. Her parents tried to conceive another child, but it was in vain, for her mother had been barren since the traumatic birth of Alarielle’s younger sister. From the day of her brother’s death on, Alarielle has been kept indoors and far away from others her age, only seeing her sister at some of her meals. She has been tended to day and night, whatever he whim, but she has changed much for the worse. She is now like the caged beast, once free and happy, but now little more than a broken thing, weakened beyond measure, and always in a state of depression.


Alarielle sat in her room, staring out the window that overlooked the castle’s gardens. How she longed to go down there and sit amongst the flowers, speak with the birds that flew between the trees, breathe the fresh and sweet air. But that was not her lot in life. She was the princess of the realm, and was condemned to sitting in her room or one of the other rooms she was permitted entrance too. Though today would be different. Today, as she had been told by the people around her, Alarielle was to go out and meet the people of the Ancient Horse Tribe, most specifically the girl that was originally to be her brother’s bride, but who would now have to fit into some other role. Alarielle hoped the girl would be nice, she hoped that she could be friends with her, and that the girl could come back with her and that they would be allowed to talk and play, maybe even in the gardens. Her imagine ran wild, and for the first time in years, she allowed herself to hope, and a smile came upon her lips, as she was escorted out of the castle, and down to the plains.

It was all so knew to her. The animals of the plains and all the strange people she saw about, who looked nothing like the people at her home, were so very exciting to the princess. They were taken to a tent in the middle of a village made up of tents. She went in with her main guardian, an advisor to her father, a sickly pale, golden haired man by the name of Photius, to meet the chieftain of these people. She was told to remain quite, to just sit there beside him and act politely towards the strangers. It was a bit disappointing to her that she would just be sitting there like a doll, but it was still good to see knew people. The men talked for a time about what was to be done with the chosen of Tantal and what Alarielle would eventually do as queen, but she did not pay much attention, as her mind wandered to everything she had seen while coming to this tent. After a few minutes, she was dismissed and told to wait outside, not far from the tent, which she did obediently.

After a few minutes, she saw a magnificent young girl ride up on a horse and enter the tent with a purpose and an angry look upon her face. It was not long before she came back out. This time, Alarielle got a better look at the girl, blushing when she saw her exposed breasts and at the girl’s overall beauty. Despite the order of silence, Alarielle spoke to the girl with a smile on her face, her voice high and sounded like that of a much younger girl, “Hello,” she gave a slight curtsey, “My name’s Alarielle. What’s yours?”