;Purity at its Darkest;

[glacialburn]

Bringing in the wings of a dove
CANTUSE

Born with thy alias and cursed with its meaning;
Cantuse

Years are passing and they age thee;
Four Years

What hate thou holds for me!
Mare

What is thee?
I am normality

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Who is she?
Many have called this pure white dove a temptress and angel yet they cannot fathom what hides deep beneath this pretty facade. Usually she is silence and gives all advice she can and thus once can deem her as a sweet little mare.The temptress she is hailed and her actions may justify that truth as she flirts and plays all males but what is hidden is her loneliness. An angel for she is kind and always understanding but all know not of the devil that lies beneath, writhing to be free and to cause the mayhem it has awaited for so long. This inner demon is a mighty thing to behold for rage is its main power and fear stricken in the eyes of its victims causes this rage to grow for a true enemy is its cause of searching. Deeper in the facade we go and this mare has changed completely from the silence and sweetness she truly is. Hard-headed when she is usually yielding and she curses what happens in her facade when she must usually yield in decisions and words to others. Aloof when she if friendly and she desires to be rather alone but not in the complete emptiness of loneliness. As to sum her up one can
say that there is more to this pretty face than anything.

Adores;
a) Her true intelligence
b) A strong stallions that isn't entirely witless
c) Spring
d) Being alone

Curses;
a) Fools
b) Impatient ones
c) A stallion who holds only on strength and not with a mix of the mind
d) Mares who speak too much
e) Stallions searching for this mocking similarity of 'love'

Hiding away from these tremors;
a) Being found by her old herd
b) Lost alone in a land with no words or proper rationality
c) Death
d) Those of a power not of normal

What flags those she set high;
a) A family to truly call hers
b) A friend

Dreaming about a better world;
a) To have a mate
b) To prove that beauty can have brains
c) To be free from the claws of destiny

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The difference in most horses;
Soft and gentle. Caring yet cold. Her eyes have been described as so many things but one truth remains, those cold black orbs are more dead than alive and if one can speak those positive compliments about those orbs then they do not know her well enough. Her head is carried high as she has a bit of pride and her ears are usually pricked high. Her body is rather different than her breed standard, with her being thinner and a little taller than normal. Her legs are thinner as if it was to adapt to an already thin body but then only the Gods known what of this alluring creature.

Her mane and tail can be seen as almost surreal wisps of light but they truly are real and aren't as soft as most would think of it but of course her tail is the usual high-carried one. She is basically the typical beautiful mare who in truth loathes the stallions who just try to get at her but she has her own scars. One of these scars and the most prominent is that on her left side which is a faded pink but a mention of that and those orbs turn a deathly glare on the speaker. Her height is about that of 15.3 which is slightly above average of the Arabian horse standard group.

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Family Connections; Turned to dust as she was driven out

Fine tales before the present;
She once lived in what one can call a fairy tale. A happy time it was, full of joy and peace but alas nothing good lasts long while cruelty could last an eternity. But to go past her childhood would be a grave mistake for clues and hints have been dropped until that fateful day. Born of white while others black, she was scorned. Her parents cared for her but only for the sake of their sanity and instincts otherwise she would have been left for the death. In a land of blacks and some rare grays, she had been teased and insulted, mocked and injured at some times. The mares would ignore her and push their foals away whenever she was near by as if he was a strange sort of pestilence. A group had even tried to take her life but it had failed when her only friend came to save at the last moment which had her friend lose his life. After that incident she was to blame for anything that had gone wrong and she absolutely hated it but what could she have done after all she was just another mare in a herd of biased horses.The leaders of the herd had been deciding to drive her out which came true on the day of her second year. Confused at first but still the meaning held clearly which meant 'You don't belong her scoundrel, get out of our herd of perfection'

The first few days alone she had resorted to a paranoid state that somewhere out there her former herd was following or at least sent one of the horses to take her life or at least injure her to the point of reaching death yet not able to have the release to the afterlife. These days of fear slowly lengthened into weeks until she had finally decided that she was too far away from her old herd for them to take her life. Day was a constant reminder of what joys she had but the night brought in a different side of her which she had been nourishing with hatred in her days as another mare in that herd. She was different and it exhilarated her to the point that she would even canter about with her head high and strut for no apparent reason. Boredom was soon to come but what else would after being alone for far too long. She needed some companions and that was what she was going to strive and get.

She met some mares on her journey and they asked for her name. She had already forgotten the alias given to her at birth and thought of one that would seem much more befitting, Cantuse. The mares were good companions for a while but they spoke about stallions and how powerful they were and more related things before finally Cantuse could care not of their opinions or feelings and she left. She left at twilight when it was not too dark yet it was no longer light. She left and wandered about here and thither there, searching.

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Notes: On good muse today. *Stares and drools at the banner* Wow that is awesome nothing like my amateur phot manips as you can see.

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[ares]

Accepted.
Nice work on the character, and glad to see some more normal equines coming in!