Name: Anthra
Species: Fulran (personal species)
Gender: Mare
Phenotype: Palomino//Black Spotted Blanket
awarded by silver 09/30/2020
original
Species: Fulran (personal species)
Gender: Mare
Phenotype: Palomino//Black Spotted Blanket
awarded by silver 09/30/2020
original
Anthra is a peace loving lady, yet she has unfortunately befallen the birthright of what is known among the fae of her realm as a fulran; a fae both blessed and cursed with the power to become one with their heart-beast. A brilliant steed of color, Anthra is delicate despite having undergone the harrowing task of becoming a full-blood. So she could leave. Her people are a dying breed of fae, and being viewed as a horror after it was told what full-bloods must endure as younglings is a life she did not wish to follow. Protectors and warriors all, Anthra could not bring herself to employ her will under any dynasty, fearing that her heart-beast would be broken alongside her own spirit. As a pacific at by nature, her heart-beast warred with her spirit for a time after her departure, and it become so overwhelming at one pivotal point in her life that Anthra gave in. Submitted to the steed of her heart, and changed into the horse. She stayed as such, allowed her heart-beast the freedom it desired. But, eventually, she needed to become fae again, she needed to communicate with someone that wasn’t an animal.
And she was sorely disappointed when she did, finding the prejudice, fear and disgust still so prominent even after she had disappeared for decades. Her heart heavy with the knowledge that her people were to die out under such hate, Anthra did what she felt was only just for her heart-beast. She gave herself fully to the horse tied to her spirit, recalling tales from her youth that were topics of great debate among the elders of her clan. It took days before her heart-beast responded in kind, not wishing to take anything from its other half if regret would be had in the aftermath.
Anthra became her horse heart completely, lives among herds that skirt the boundaries of the fae providences. The mask across her face keeps many who wish to sit atop a wildling away, mark her as fulran. Of course they don’t know she cannot change forms, nor does it bother her that they fear her presence and so decide against their actions. Her spirit is still intact, the fae side, and it aids in times of need, but Anthra has not a drop of regret that she will never be capable of changing her form again. Her current herd is peaceful in their own right, and she enjoys their company more than anything.
And she was sorely disappointed when she did, finding the prejudice, fear and disgust still so prominent even after she had disappeared for decades. Her heart heavy with the knowledge that her people were to die out under such hate, Anthra did what she felt was only just for her heart-beast. She gave herself fully to the horse tied to her spirit, recalling tales from her youth that were topics of great debate among the elders of her clan. It took days before her heart-beast responded in kind, not wishing to take anything from its other half if regret would be had in the aftermath.
Anthra became her horse heart completely, lives among herds that skirt the boundaries of the fae providences. The mask across her face keeps many who wish to sit atop a wildling away, mark her as fulran. Of course they don’t know she cannot change forms, nor does it bother her that they fear her presence and so decide against their actions. Her spirit is still intact, the fae side, and it aids in times of need, but Anthra has not a drop of regret that she will never be capable of changing her form again. Her current herd is peaceful in their own right, and she enjoys their company more than anything.