AMETHYST, let the sun radiate from within

[`amethyst]

A M E T H Y S T.
three | female

appearance:
physically built, amethyst resembles an arabian. her coat is splashed with ebony and white, grey-schemed, like the coat of a pinto. her body is covered in mostly ebony, and at the touch it feels soft. amethyst stands at fifteen-three hands, with muscular legs and built muscle tone, even for a mare. her legs are long, like a thoroughbred's, which explain the speed. her muzzle is soft, dipped underneath. along her nose and up to the nap of her sleek, curved silver-black horn, is a white stripe that reaches and curves over the eyes like a mask. in the center of her forehead is her unicorn's horn, silvery, blackish like the majority percentage of her body, and almost slightly blueish in color. the horn is very slippery, almost, soft and smooth to the touch, but also rough, like it was made straight out of bone. ebony and alabaster locks tumble from her neck, as well as her tail, intwined with them, blueish-black hairs that fade from light to dark, night to day in a single strand.

personality:
amethyst is very frisky, like a filly. she can be described as a "bitchy" woman, especially after everything she's gone through. but that doesn't mean that amethyst can't love someday. her heart longed for her mother's understanding, her father's truth, and for someone who had betrayed her. but no. they all turned their backs like she was trash. amethyst refuses to open her heart up to strangers, and only for someone special and close will she even dare to. she's got a thick shell that she hides behind, and cracking it takes some strength, and time, but breaking chunks out it maybe even a miracle for her and the other. depending, so. to hide her pain, to manipulate it and how she feels about herself, amethyst becomes this bittersweet being that nobody thinks they can relate too. wrong.

magical powers:
besides the fact that she's got a horn, that doesn't mean amethyst has healing abilities. exact opposite. without knowing it, amethyst could thrust pain upon someone without even thinking it. manipulating pain, as she thinks it to be. amethyst can also manipulate the mind, by triggering a vibe in the other's head, she can barge in. problem. the other knows she's there. they can feel her looking inside their heads, reading them. like pulling at one end of the rope and trying to break through an elastic band.

history:
amethyst came from a past that had scarred her mentally. her mother, embessy, had never really been there for her, and left amethyst out in the cold. without the judgement for right and wrong, amethyst then became more of a loner than the average horse; even at the adolescence of only less than a single cycle. while wandering alone for several suns, amethyst came across, or shall say the other horse came across, one that needed the other. the other mother, who ended up being amethyst's adoptive, was titled xeroinde, of the small band of four horses that she had travelled with since foal's age.

odd enough, xeroinde became the mother amethyst never had. so forth, the paint had become part of the band of horses, which only contained a single stag, two foals, a colt, xero, and then amethyst, thus making her the fifth member. even though undersized herds were strange of the kodavlu, or herds generally, the band had become peaceful. until the happenings. when amethyst had turned merely three on the summer solstice, she had grown taller, legs and muscles fuller expanded, and her horn had become much longer, brighter, even. the stallion in the herd had begun to feel restless towards her. he then confronted her, demanding that she had known him since before breath. the stag was her father. the stallion that had given her life along with the mare that had left her side.

until today, present day, amethyst had only remembered a blur afterwards. she wanders alone, and until the spring, the eternal spring of the kodavlu, and the coming summer solstice would she become truly a mare. old enough to fight off the disease that had caused her to flee her father and her adoptive. she wanders alone once more, and this time with the courage and hardcore emotions only playing like puppets in the back of her mind. inanimate.