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[Trigger Warning] A Hurdle In Life

Thu, 23 Jul 2026 23:30:45 +0000

TW: Ruth isn't feeling overly positive right now so a brief thought of death does pop up. Just a warning

She lay beneath the oversized oak tree that dominated the center of the forest. Her head rested against the damp turf as the awakening sun tried to push through twigs and sprouting leaves. Cool air rose from the ground.

Her breath lifted and fell, shallow and forced.

There had been few times in her life when she had been limited to positive thinking. Maybe once, when her mother left. Most days had been easy enough, only the occasional mouthful a little too big. But lying beneath the dew-soaked canopy of the infamous oak, she felt almost hopeless.

Death won't be so bad. It might actually be easier.

In the deepest part of the forest, during the darkest hour of the night, Ruth had come upon a mountain lion. Malnourished, her options had been limited: fight or fall. Winter had been hard on the gold mare, and her will to survive had rusted like cheap metal—painfully delicate, a stark contrast to her bold lineage.

Graciously, she had fought just hard enough to become unappetizing. But that didn't leave her uninjured.

It didn't leave her safe.

Blood had crusted around the wounds that marred her left hindquarter and flank. Pain had seeped deep into muscle and bone, gnawing at her with every breath. A bird swooped overhead, and she wondered how quickly vultures found their dead. Were they already counting her minutes?

Heart pounding, she stretched her front legs forward and fought the blur threatening to drag her back under, snorting through the crippling pain. Ruth was delicate, but a fire still burned deep within her, and her only choice was to feed the flame.

Who will find me here? Will anybody help me?

Domina

Tue, 21 Jul 2026 02:27:29 +0000

Horse's Full Name: Domina
Breed: Wild Mustang
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Color: Black Grulla Roan with birdcatcher spots
Player Out of Character Name: Hare
How did you find Beqanna? (optional): google lol
Anything else you'd like to include: Domina is a completely ordinary mare, hailing from a far off land that is, also, decidedly ordinary. Despite this, she seems unfazed by the magic in her extraordinary new surroundings.

all love must leave

Sun, 12 Jul 2026 20:02:40 +0000

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now;

Once, she had been alone on purpose, and hated it.

She hadn’t known yet how to shield herself from the emotions that rolled off them in waves, overwhelmed by their anger and their sorrow. It was not a power she had been born with, and certainly not one she had asked for. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask her mother for help—her mother, that angel-beauty with the wicked morals that Evenstar never could make sense of. It didn’t matter that Ryatah could have taught her how to close herself off, to only let in what she wanted to get in.

Self-imposed exile had been the easier (weaker) option, hiding where their emotions could not find her.

But the lands are not as they had once been, and soon the solitude had not been a choice. No longer did she have to go to the far shores or the depths of the forest to evade the masses; they did not exist. And she finds that she misses it—misses their medley of emotion, being pulled by the tide of their despair and buoyed by their joy.

She is alone now, and still she hates it.

She stands now in a quiet meadow, beneath the hush of night. There is the soft rustling of a cold wind through dying leaves, the empty knocking of bare limbs against one another, but otherwise it is silent. It had been a relatively mild winter, and though there was no snow on the ground the grass had a dull, tired look to it, as if it had given up and would instead sleep until spring. She could not say that she blamed it.

Something about the cold seemed to make the stars shine brighter, she thought, as she looked up at them through the soft plumes of her breath in the air. It was a cloudless sky, and the night seemed to stretch on for infinity, glittering black, with the starlight blinking like a thousand suns. She watches, confused and transfixed, as starlight seems to stream towards her, the ribbons of it braiding together in their descent until they collide with her skin. For a moment, her body flashes white-hot, eliciting a soft gasp of surprise.

She cannot explain it, but she can feel them, the stars that now burned inside of her chest. They hum like electricity, threading themselves through her veins much like the empathy had. Hesitantly, she reaches for that thread of power, letting it flare and staring in wonder at the silver starlight that creates a shield around her.

I'm praying that this stairway leads somewhere like Heaven's door,
and when you get there don't look down

evenstar

Another! - x

Mon, 06 Jul 2026 12:33:51 +0000

Claiming Equus Dryad for Petya (ID# 27200)

Happy Year of the Horse! Here is my reply in the challenge post with my word count proof
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=32099&pid=125761#pid125761

Thank you!

she was swallowed by the sky { any }

Fri, 03 Jul 2026 11:33:49 +0000

The pearl and gold mare preened her wings lazily as she relished in the warm breeze of her home. Whilst the rest of Beqanna was plagued with bitter cold and snow, Aera was here in the everlasting green and warmth of the Gates. She seldom traveled outside of the lush landscape this time of year, especially when the climate made for quite the sparse winter coat. If it weren't for her feathered wings, she would have frozen during her last visit to the meadow. She turned her delicate face to tend to her other wing, nuzzling through the downy soft feathers for any out of place, she was always quite meticulous with her preening. No one wanted unsightly, dull wings. She finished her fussing with a shimmy of her shoulders and snorted softly. What another beautiful day..., she thought to herself with eyes half lidded and a lazy contented smile tugging at the corners of her velveteen lips. Nothing seemed out of place today, it was quiet and peaceful as per usual here. Seldom was there any conflict nowadays and she was more than content with that face. She was more of a lover than a fighter anyway and she wasn't ever keen on sullying her appearance for petty squabbles over territory or partnership.

Aera swept into a lofty trot down a grassy flower laden slope to a pretty pond dotted with blooming lily pads that floated atop the glassy surface. She took a moment to gaze into the mirror-like pond and her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight that reflected off the water. She was ever so thankful that this beautiful place was where she called home. No other place she had seen in her long life had come close to the absolutely breathtaking landscape here. She loved the feel of willow tendrils as they caressed her lightly upon passing through their weeping branches, collecting purple blooms and petals in her mane as she brushed along the wisteria, finding zen at the mother tree, and having quiet moments within the beauty of this nature. It was all so wonderful, she only wished she had someone to appreciate it with. She needed not a romantic love, though she would not be opposed if a suitor were to catch her eye...she truly only wished to find herself a true bosom companion.

a e r a

would you break even my wings like a swallow?

Just one please :) - x

Thu, 02 Jul 2026 19:30:52 +0000

Post: https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=32135
Word Count: 1,504

Whisteria (ID #23563) has auto quested for the trait Immortality, thank you! <3

I love you always forever { Auto Quest }

Thu, 02 Jul 2026 15:47:42 +0000

everywhere i will be with you

A soft ocean breeze blew over the lush green grasses that bordered the edge of the shoreline and the rest of the green laiden kingdom, and lightly rustled through the pearly locks of Whisteria's mane. She smiled softly, watching over her gathered family and laying within the soft cushion of meadowgrass. She never thought this would be her future, her family, her soul mate, a home that had a corner that resembled their old beach herdland. It was all so perfect. Lovely blue eyes gazed with love at the bay stallion poised at the waters edge as he watched her son's play amongst the crystaline azure waves. She felt so full yet, there was a tiredness that pulled at her soul...as if death was coercing her back beyond the gates of the afterlife. Knowing she had cheated the sands of time, stealing life beyond her years that she shouldn't have been allowed when those gates had been flung open. She had unfinished business and she knew she would never feel complete until she knew what happened to Clawfinger. She had searched and searched to no avail, and it broke her heart. She thought coming back had been a waste, that was until she found Fascade again. The first time she saw him shed his last feather and wither away she was distraught. Only to find him revived shortly after each feather regrew on his bare wings, and she was relieved beyond words. Since then she had seen him die once more only to return shortly after. He was eternal, and she feared the day she would finally slip away, never to meet him again.

Her lids felt heavy and she shut them, the sound of the crashing waves, gulls, and the laughter of children lulled her into a state of zen. At first she felt at peace, but as soon as she felt her own spirit slipping from her corporeal form she began to panic. She opened her eyes but found herself looking at her own body in the grass with a soft smile painted on her velveteen lips. "No, please no....I am not ready! I don't want to leave them!", she cried as she turned to face a black misty form of an equine that only surveyed her with expectant glowing eyes. The being spoke in multiple hushed tones that seemed to come from all around her rather from it's mouth, and she stepped back with her head lowered. "WHISTERIA. YOU HAVE HAD YOUR EXTENDED TIME ON THE MORTAL PLANE THAT WAS NOT INTENDED. IT IS TIME TO RETURN.", the voices said to her with finality. She shook her head, tossing her long forelock side to side with the motion as she sobbed, "NO! Please! I will do anything!!! Anything to stay with them, please!!", and dropped to her knees in front of the afterlife's wayfairer. She truly would do anything to stay, anything to remain with Fascade and live together for eternity if his eternity was here on this mortal plane. The mist looked thoughtfully at her and was silent for a moment before the voices rang out again. "IF YOU TRULY GIVE UP YOUR HEARTS DEEPEST DESIRE AND MOST TREASURED MEMORY, WE WILL ALLOW YOU THE GRACE OF ETERNITY HERE. CAN YOU TRULY DO THAT?", it said with sincerity. She looked away, a ragged sob leaving her throat as she bobbed her head. "Clawfinger...", she whispered with a heaviness that cleaved at her already wounded heart. She cast her gaze toward the waiting wayfairer and dipped her head low. Ready to release that desire to find her adopted son, the moments they had together, and the pain that continued to sear her heart centuries after his disappearance and time spent in the afterlife. The memories haunted her, but they were truly her most treasured. "I will. Please, take the memories, take the pained love and desire to reunite with him...I want to stay...", she said in a tone so serious and genuine that the being nodded its head. "SO BE IT.", the voices said with finality. It strode forward and pressed cool misty lips to her brow and she felt what she could only describe as a bolt of hot lightning that rendered her spirit prone and she shut her eyes tight.

When she gasped and her eyes flew open, she was there on the grass. Staring out at the ocean and her family. Her sides heaved and sweat drenched her coat as she stared out wide eyed. Though she was panicked she felt full of energy, more than she had felt in years. She felt the vitality of herself in her prime. Fascade had crested the slope from where he had been on the beach and trotted to her with concern painted on his face. "My heart? Are you ok?", he cooed to her softly, and she looked to him with misty eyes full of love. "I am fine, better than I have felt in a long time..." She had figured it must have all been just a strange dream until she realized something felt strange, a feeling almost like she was forgetting something. She tilted her head slightly, combing her memory for whatever it may be but there was nothing but the sound of many voices that said "IT IS DONE...", and as the words drifted away, so did that feeling of something lost. She shook her head and returned her gaze to Fascade, then turned it down to the shoreline to smile at Hrairoo and Chervil who were playing in the sand. She felt absolutely fulfilled, this was her beautiful life and her beautiful family. She thought back to her time on Paradise Beach with their old herd, birthing her son Whiskaway, and gossiping with her old herdmates. It was a peaceful life, one full of happiness and void of strife. No, nothing bad had ever happened there. Nothing at all, and now she was here on this slice of new paradise with her beloved for all of eternity to come.

She stood with a graceful ease that even had Fascade's eyes widen as he beheld her. Noticing her newfound vitality that he had not seen in many years. He whispered her name in question and she directed her smile to him, "I thought it was a dream, but I was given a chance to share eternity with you....and I took it.", she said with light in her soft blue eyes. He tilted his dished head, "But..how?", he said softly and she shrugged. "All I can remember is I had to give something up, but...I cant seem to remember what it was?", she said with a curious tone. She felt no sadness, no wanting, just peace and a new spark of life. Fascade frowned for a moment, but realized how absolutely at peace she looked and reached to stroke her ivory cheek with his dark muzzle. "Well, whatever it was, it must have been worth it to trade it for eternity.", he said with so much love in his voice. Her twin colts came bursting up the slope now, bickering back and forth about who had the best jump over the waves. Little nips and pushes were exchanged between them and Whisteria tutted, "Now now, boys! One at a time! Both of you jumped over those waves brilliantly! Remember to be kind to one another.", she cooed at them like a mother dove to her brood. Chervil's fluffy stump of a tail swished fervently with annoyance as he cut his blue eyes, his mother's eyes, at Hrairoo. Who in turn stuck his tongue out at Chervil with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. She knew Whiskaway was just as mischievous as a colt back on the old beach with the foals of the other mares and she let out a soft laugh. The two quickly forgot about that last argument and challenged one another to a race along the shoreline and Hrairoo charged off before Chervil finished the count to three. The monochromatic colt squeaked, "THAT'S NOT FAIR HRAIROO! YOU CHEATED!!", and leapt into a gallop to catch up to his brother. "My goodness those two...", Fascade said with exasperation, but Whisteria only laughed with a voice that chimed like sweet bells in the breeze. The two sidled closer to one another as they gazed out over the shoreline together, Fascade draping a feathered wing protectively over her back and nuzzled her. "I will never let you go.", he said with his muzzle in her mane, and she arched her neck to nuzzle his as she replied with absolute love, "And I will never, ever leave. Not even the beckoning of death can take me away from you."
The two stayed entwined as the colts rushed back and forth along the shoreline, the sun beginning to drift toward the horizon spilling rippling glitter across the waves in hues of pink and gold. Nothing would ever take this memory away from her.

Whisteria

Image by Owen Yin

Ooc: Whisteria chooses Immortality in exchange for her beloved bittersweet memories of her first, adopted son.
Word Count: 1,504

she was swallowed by the sky { any }

Wed, 01 Jul 2026 21:54:39 +0000

With the grace of a swan Aera drifted carefully down to the meadow below, setting to the ground in a lofty canter with wings beating to keep her landing smooth. Her venture from the Gates had not been too long having taken to the skies rather than walking. Plus she wanted to avoid traversing the forest now that winter had finally arrived. She never liked the feeling in that place so she skirted around the forest, choosing to keep well away and to where the air was the least frigid along the route.. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slowed to a walk and made her way toward one of the many creeks that were woven like lace throughout the meadowland. She dipped her finely dished head to the water's surface and shivered as the frigid water caressed her pink velvet muzzle and drew in a large gulp, shivering slightly as the icy water slid down her parched throat. She had forgotten just how cold the meadow got this time of year in comparison to her beloved spring-like home in the Gates. She had not stopped to graze or drink on her way here either, too set on her course and in her head to think of her own hunger and thirst, so she gasped lightly after she swallowed the last mouthful of the cool mountain fed creek water.

Her breathing had finally steadied into a slow rhythm as her blood settled from it's pounding in her veins. She never knew when to take breaks, even in her many years of life she still had yet to figure out her own limits. She didn't ever let that stop her, her drive for social interaction triumphed over all else. She was eager to converse, to find anyone to listen to. She loved adding stories to her arsenal, learning about others and each of their unique and vastly different lives. She never tired of it, and only wished to learn more. Be it knowledge or personal stories of life, she was like a blank tome ready to receive those bits of knowledge and life. It was as if it was the drive that kept her life eternal. She smiled to herself, her eyes softening as she recalled past stories she learned from those she met within the last century and twenty years. The life lessons she learned and pondering on what she had yet to. Her gaze drifted across the cold meadow and her feathers were puffed up at her sides to keep the air within them and her body beneath well insulated since her winter coat was little more than a light layer of hair beneath her sleek coat of cream and dappled gold. She did not call out, only surveyed. She knew eventually company wiould find their way to her.

a e r a

would you break even my wings like a swallow?

Aera

Tue, 30 Jun 2026 23:38:29 +0000

Horse's Full Name: Aera
Breed: Anglo-Arabian
Age: 120
Gender: Mare
Color: Cremello with patches of somatic palomino
Player Out of Character Name: Queenie

Anything else you'd like to include: Wings, Immortality

*The name Aera is unknown with no lineage in the database and is not reserved :3

Gossamer and honey { any }

Tue, 30 Jun 2026 14:36:00 +0000

The day was warm despite it being autumn, and the green striped fae emerged from the shelter of the forest to wander. She had never settled in one place and always seeming to drift like the breeze from one land to another, though one place always seemed to whisper her name. She knew of the Dale, had heard tales of it, had seen it flying above in her wanderings...but never stopped to admire the beautiful lake within and the rocky exterior that felt stable and safe. A feeling she never felt before. Gelfling effortlessly glided along well trodden pathways and through woods with the aid of her large iridescent purple gossamer wings swirling with black veins and tattered edges. She nodded as she passed by creatures big and small, cooing to birds and snorting huffs of gentle air at butterflies as she went. She was truly a creature with a deep love and connection with the land and all the creatures who dwell within it. Though, she was not all flowery sweetness, any who would dare to disrupt nature with malice in their hearts would feel her thorns...

She arrived to the rocky outcrop of the territory at last, drawing in a deep breath of the clean air here that smelled of clear water and greenery and savored the fresh breeze that wistfully tossed her dark green mane about her striped neck and face. Her body weaved as she danced lightly in a circle upon the rocks. Her hooves barely making a sound and her body continued to move with unnaturally fluidity. She felt as if she were being watched, but it felt almost like a curiously wary gaze rather than hostile. She whispered her odd faespeak into the air, her voice as sweet as wildflower honey dripping from velvet lips, "Here I be, will you welcome me? I wish to stay, do not turn me away...I wish to stay, I wish to stay.". She continued her dance at the edge of the territory, awaiting any who would come to allow her entry. She yearned to see the Dale beyond, felt as if this place could truly be her home.

GELFLING

breathe in honey and the moon

I've bled for less { any }

Tue, 30 Jun 2026 12:26:05 +0000

Heat spread over her body, the air thick with smoke, the crackling of fire filling her ears...Shadowmere thrashed as a weight pressed into her and a ragged shriek of fury ripped from her throat. Those green eyes flashing in the embers, the panther she despised so had come to end her. She went to thrash again when a sharp jab to her ribs woke her from her nightmare. At first, the flash of green eyes that had met her own made her lingering fury burn until the furrowed brow and scowl upon the small horned head of Nadja, not Naga, finally came into focus. It was just another damned dream... She thought as she panted, and the sweat coating her lithe body soaking into the filly beside her. "Ugh gross! Mom! What is wrong with you!?", Nadja spat in a high pitched whine at her mother with undisguised venom. Shadowmere scowled at her and snaked her neck to nip at the filly's shoulder, of course the little demon was a smaller mirror of herself. "Mind yourself, Nadja!", she snorted with an exasperated tone. She was in no mood to deal with her daughter's attitude right now with how frayed the tether on her sanity was....lest she hurt her.

Those green eyes haunted her dreams almost every night, and the flash of defiance in her youngest daughter's own emerald gaze stirred confusing feelings within her. She shook the remaining fury and confusion from her head and heaved herself to stand. She needed to cool down, badly. Nadja, who was now old enough to eat grass on her own still followed close behind as the dark queen brushed through the low hanging pine boughs that concealed the hollow within a densely covered copse. Her ears flickered back at the sound of Nadja's soft hoofbeats and she signed. The filly was a royal now, she would possibly be her predecessor if she ever deigned to pass down the crown...now that she finally had it, she was more than determined to keep it. She snaked her head back toward Nadja and hissed in her graveled voice, "You and your brother must learn to hold yourselves in a manner fit of Chamber royalty, child. We are an example, a symbol of vitality and strength within the land. Do you understand?", she was never a soft mother but she was determined to raise these children better than her children of the past. Nadja nodded with a roll of her dark emerald eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I get it.", Shadowmere doubted she did, but decided not to argue with her about it.

After taking some time to drink in the river that ran through the forest and tear up some of the lush autumn grass between hungry jaws, the pair wandered the borders of the kingdom, ensuring nothing was amiss. As usual, the lands were quiet and calm, aside from the familiar voices of residents within and the chorus of birdsong and crow caws from the treetops. She still felt like the peace within the lands was odd, so different from the tumultuous past of Beqanna. There was never this much quiet, there was deceit, war, and stealing of mares. There were lands of light and peace, and lands of dark brutality. There was once even the separation of mythic beings from the mundane but that was a long, long time ago. Nadja snorted, "Remind me why we even bother to do this every day? What is the point?", Shadowmere whirled on her haunches with a swiftness that made the filly flinch back a step and faced her head on, swishing her long, wispy silvery tail in annoyance. "Do not let this peace make you complacent. No matter how quiet, there is always a possibility for threats to our land. We patrol the borders to ensure there is no danger. We keep our lands and it's residents safe. Now, lets keep moving if you want to stay with me so badly. There is still plenty of land to cover, and I better not hear any more whining.", she said with a finality that had Nadja hold her tongue for once. The pair continued onward in silence, covering a good portion of the territory. The dark queen knew Havelock would be patrolling the far side of the territory by now and knew he was strong enough to take on any possible threats on the now rare possibility that there could be one. She figured it was safe to head back to the heart of the Chamber now, and nodded to Nadja briefly before leading the way back.

{ Shadowmere & Nadja }

_{The Dark Queen and Princess of The Chamber}

OOC: Sorry for thr naked post until I can make a new html, idk how to fix Shadowmere's last html that keeps breaking...
Word Count: 768

birthday trait! - x

Sun, 31 May 2026 19:28:47 +0000

I'd like to give Evenstar star aura.

Her spaces need updated also, so she should be tegteg [EMPATHY 3][STAR AURA 1][infrared vision 1]

Thanks!

Chaos and Whimsy; any

Tue, 26 May 2026 22:37:12 +0000

It had been a perfectly ordinary day in the meadow. The kind of day that asked nothing of anyone: soft light, easy quiet, the small green flames of Tipsy's foxfire drifting their usual lazy circles around her as she moved, casting idle flickers across the black and white patches of her coat. She was mid-step, going nowhere in particular, thinking nothing of consequence.

Then her nose twitched.

She stopped instantly. One elongated ear swiveled forward. The other flattened back. Her moth-like antennae trembled with a very specific kind of warning, the kind that came not from anything outside her, but from something building quietly within. The foxfire stilled. Even they seemed to know. No. No, no, no. The tickle sharpened, crawling up the bridge of her nose with the particular cruelty of something that could not be argued with. Her neon-streaked mane gave a faint, involuntary glow. The water lilies blooming from her chest flickered. Her butterfly wings, bright neon and entirely uncooperative, gave one sharp flutter and shed a fine sprinkle of glowing dust into the air around her. Don't. Don't do this right now. Her face scrunched. Her whole body tensed. The foxfire scattered."AAACHOO!"

Poof!

The magic didn't wait for permission. Neon green and gold erupted from her all at once, a full-body detonation of fairy dust that swallowed her whole, pouring from her wings, her mane, the brand on her shoulder, the lilies at her chest, every inch of her blazing briefly like something newly born. The world didn't fade. It snapped, colors folding inward, air bending at angles that had no business existing, the meadow she'd been standing in peeling away mid-breath. In less than a second, there was nothing. And then Silence.

Tipsy dropped onto soft ground with a light, graceless thud, hooves sinking slightly into thick grass. The last of the fairy dust drifted off her in slow, dissipating spirals. The foxfire, scattered to nothing a moment ago, began reassembling itself around her one small flame at a time, drifting back into orbit as if returning from a brief personal errand, unbothered. "...Ow," she groaned.

She stayed still for a moment, blinking once, twice, letting her grey eyes adjust, and her antennae settle. Then she looked up. The grass beneath her hooves was thick and impossibly green, rolling outward into gentle hills scattered with wildflowers in every color she could name and several she couldn't. A breeze moved through it all, soft and unhurried, carrying the scent of something warm and floral and faintly sweet, the kind of spring air that felt less like weather and more like a decision someone had made on her behalf.

Tipsy rose slowly and turned in a full circle, ears moving, antennae tasting the air, foxfire resuming its idle float around her shoulders as though nothing had happened at all. "...Okay." She expels, squinting at the horizon. Rolling hills. Wildflowers. A lavender field in the distance, deep and violet, stretching toward something large and old at its center, a tree, she thought, though tree felt like an insufficient word for something that seemed to take up that much of the sky. The horizon did not explain itself. It offered nothing. It simply was, serene and unhelpfully beautiful. She stared at it for a long moment.

"...Where am I." Not quite a question. Not quite not one either. She said it the way someone says a thing they already suspect the answer to, flat and careful, buying time while the rest of her caught up. A foxfire flame drifted forward ahead of her toward the lavender, slow and curious. She watched it go and did not call it back.

swear i'm awake...

Sat, 25 Apr 2026 22:28:12 +0000

it's not a prestidigitation

The aching was deep.

The rattle of his own skull and clinking of golden teeth echoing in his piked ears as he opened and shut his jaws, body searing with pain as he heaved himself off of the ground. He craned his neck and tipped his heavy horned head for hollow sockets to gaze at the dark fleshy wings that protruded from his sides. He strained as he stretched them in and out, feeling the awkwardness of sharp splayed finger-like limbs that helped to stabilize the sensitive leathery membrane between them. The cool air that brushed against the exposed skin made him cringe; he had never felt anything like this when he had his perfect feathered wings.

He hissed in a shaking breath as he remembered the events prior to his waking here...the price he paid for that gold. "Goddess be damned..." he snarled as his gold teeth clicked with the words that rumbled from deep within his chest. The sound a horrible clinking reminder of what she had done to him. Distorting him into this monster...he didn't care he had stolen from her. All he cared about was himself and what she had done to him, and he would never forgive her nor forget it either.

Porthos surveyed the forest around him, dark and filled with the heady scent of decaying leaves and damp soil. He had no idea where the goddess had sent him, and he knew this sure as hell was not the home he once knew. Slender black legs carried him forward at a slinking walk with his piked ears swiveling to take in the sounds of the forest, alert to the sound of potential company. Be it benevolent or malevolent. At this point he didn't care who he ran into, so long as they could tell him where the hell he was. Following a slender trail of brown and reddish leaves, he weaved through thick forest for what seemed like hours with seemingly no end in sight. He would fly if not for the thick canopy of the trees making it impossible to access the skies above. As well as the intense aching pain his body felt with each movement he made.

He had no idea if it were day or night with how dark it was here, and he wondered if this was some sort of never-ending forest the goddess had sent him to wander for eternity... the thought making his rage begin to boil. His silky black tail swished irritably, catching stray strands upon the grabbing thorny clutches of thorn bushes as he passed between them. Would this trail ever end?

porthos

image by myself

Word Count: 438

Porthos

Fri, 24 Apr 2026 21:01:04 +0000

Horse's Full Name: Porthos
Breed: Anglo-Arabian
Age: 10
Gender: Stallion
Color: Vivid blood bay with brindle
Player Out of Character Name: Queenie

Anything else you'd like to include: "Gold Cursed" (2 space trait) - A curse that causes him to have a monstrous form of membranous wings, horns, elongated ears, and exposed skull with gold teeth after trying to steal gold from a godly entity in his prior homeland. (Trait name/permission courtesy of Kyra and the other officers) <3

His reference - https://toyhou.se/27097213.porthos