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* 25th February 2018 | The guidebook is undergoing a well deserved revision! Many things are being clarified and a few additions are being added. When the entire guidebook is finished being revised we will inform all members with an announcement following its finishing. Until now a new change log has been added for future references. Any new additions or changes to the guidebook will be added there for everyones sake, we wish for all our members to be 'in the know' and not feel left out. For now until the entire guidebook is finished you can follow the progress here. Understand that each section that is currently dated has been revised, if it is not dated it has not been revised yet, all new rules are being enforced starting the day they have been added. Be sure to keep up with the revisions and make yourself familiar with them as we go.

22nd February 2018 | After some staff discussion we have made an announcement regarding character names and some extra clarification that is not detailed in the guidebook. Please be sure to look over this announcement here and reply if you need.

21st February 2018 | Of the Month Nominations are up this month, go and nominate your favourites here!

20th February 2018 | We have a new poll up, Leadership Battle Grace Period Poll! We are considering changing our grace period for leadership battles to offer some more down time. Go read about it an give us your vote!

18th February 2018 | Additional news for today, we now have an absent/busy page that shows all members currently absent/busy as well as the reason stated for such! This page is controlled by the away status you set for your account (by going to edit profile --> away status). We will be going through the absences board as well and adding in current absences to some members profiles. If you had an absence thread posted but are no longer absent please delete the thread. <3 Thank you!

18th February 2018 | NEW SITE INCENTIVE!!! Weekly Challenges were set up in an effort to give members a chance to do something out of the ordinary with their character while receiving a reward for doing so. Be sure to check out the thread, challenges start today if you wish to get involved.

31st January 2018 | February OTM's are now open for voting! Cast your votes whenever you get a chance.

28th January 2018 | New quick link MyCodes available! Easily link a profile, thread or specific post in a thread. To read more on how to use them please see the More Resources section of the Guidebook. They can all be found under the Miscellaneous --> Useful MyCodes area.

25th January 2018 | New way of tagging. Instead of @username it is now @[username] and you will also see nifty little reminders in both posts and profiles that you can easily copy and paste instead of having to type out names! Hoping everyone has an easier time with tags now.

23nd January 2018 | Of the month nominations for February are taking place, be sure to nominate your favourites here!

22nd January 2018 | Thanks to the wonderful isoldehn, we have new rosters for each individual herd! They can be found in the navigation menu as a drop down under "Census". The Census & Player DB as well as all rosters now update automatically! We also just updated (moved accounts inactive) and deleted accounts (that were inactive for three months or more). This is a reminder to login every thirty days to keep accounts active and every ninety days to keep accounts from being deleted!

10th January 2018 | The poll has closed and Greeshma has a new Emperor!

7th January 2018 | Greeshma leadership voting is now open! Please go and cast your vote after your own deliberation on the applications for our leaders; thank you to everyone who entered! Go vote!

1st January 2018 | Happy New Year to all of Caeleste and all the lovely people in this community! To celebrate the new year, we are holding two contests alongside each other; a Posting Contest and an Advertising Contest and both have super prizes. It is a contest against yourself and not against other players, all in the name of earning some fantastic prizes, so we hope you'll really enjoy it! Let's have another fantastic year! And have fun posting!
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28th February 2018 | After a long battle, Vithmiris has been declared winner and keeps his reign as the Shishira Emperor! Thank you to our guest judges and staff who judged the riveting battle. You can check out the results here!

3rd February 2018 | The Emperor of Sharad, Leonidas, is calling an Emergency Herd Meeting! His first and only daughter has been murdered in cold blood! He needs your help, don't miss out. This is the beginning of something big! Check it out here and paticipate in this thrilling plot!

1st February 2018 | A newcomer by the name of Destroyah has challenged Vithmiris for leadership of Shishira. What will come of this? We do not know but you may follow the battle here!

10th January 2018 | Congratulations to Hassan on winning the place as Emperor of Greeshma!
YR TWO | Early Summer
The cool air of spring has come and gone what remains is the warmth of early summer. Many may notice it his hotter than it has been in previous years especially for the early months of summer. Animals are crowding where water is still to be found, but small ponds are beginning to trickle down to half their sizes. Trees are beginning to wilt and fade their colors no longer the once vibrant greens. Even many of the flora are fading and rather quickly. What will this mean for the whole of Caeleste?
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  • Member of the Month
    Our fearless leader Carhartt is well deserving of this month’s member of the month. Despite going through hell lately she has found the time to re-write important sections of the guidebook and continue the day-to-day running of Caeleste. Always welcoming in the Cbox and up for anyting, her dedication to the site knows no bounds and we are incredibly thankful to have her.
  • Thread of the Month
    Battle | Drag me down
    The fight between Vithmiris and Destroyah for the throne of Shishira was an intense one. Both fearsome fighters, their battle made for an involving read, the whole thread written was very well. Vithmiris' dialogue with his confidant, Baskerville is certainly amusing and the two horses juxtapose each other quite nicely with Vithmiris' sharp tongue and Destroyah's calm determination.
  • Couple of the Month
    Thanantos & Nyx
    The whirlwind romance between Thanantos and Nyx appears to have come to a climactic end with the two splitting up after Thanantos told Nyx of his son with Vivian and Nyx decided to leave with her brother Erebus. We will all certainly be interested to see what happens next as they meet in the Lucent Sanctuary, surely this is not the end of their beautiful love?
  • Character of the Month
    The fearsome Emperor of Shishira, his snarky and outspoken nature make Vithmiris a fun and interesting character. Despite being the King of evil we all cannot help but like him for his sarcastic comments and general badassness. He is certainly at the forefront of our minds with his recent victory against Destroyah and we all can't wait to see what unfolds for Vithmiris and his kingdom in the future.
  • Quote of the Month
    "I’ll just toy with you over and over, no matter how many times you try. You will never get the fight you’re hoping for from me. Now, if you will excuse me, I do believe that I left the fireplace going."
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Caeleste Time: 03-24-2018, 02:30 PM

These flowers bloomed out of nothing and now you expect me to want your gold? Listen, you don’t know about caged animals, how we’d rather gnaw our legs off than be kept captive, you don’t understand what a shackle is until it has stopped you from running. No one starts with ‘listen’ or ‘wait’ or ‘so’ unless they are backed into a corner so here I am, palms open, my heart on plate, and listen, I am backed into a corner - always have been, I know what it means to hit a wall and walk away with scars. Good news: I don’t need your gold. Flowers bloom, that is just what they do but I am not a flower so when my mother brings me roses for my birthday I laugh; I am not a flower, you know me, you know I have claws – damn, you have scars from them. I am an inferno, can’t you see that? You don’t leave wreaths for fires. They’d just burn them, anyway. A boy doesn’t bring me flowers because I am not that type, they always know, I always laugh too loud and gifts to these goddesses are cigarettes and less loneliness, more loveliness – never flowers. They’d just burn them, anyway. And so I do not grow as a flower - I have no roots, I have no leaves, I have no petals to blossom with. But I bloom. By God, do I bloom, and I bloom like every wretched thing who has ever been told that she will never amount to anything more than ash. So today I don’t need your gold. I sprouted from the pavement, from the weeds, from the ugly. My knees are already dirty, I know the alchemy of the broken things. And your gold? I’d just burn it, anyway.

↳ The Alchemy of Broken Things by Lana Rafaela

「the gold spun halo 」
the daughter of danaë ● fille de joie
mother to none ● mate to none
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Gender Mare
Age 3 year old
Height 15.0 hh
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Sexuality Heterosexual
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In appearance alone, Polyxena is quintessential feminine. She bears herself with understated elegance and has a strength of presence that comes to a surprise when coupled with her quiet, unassuming nature. She is narrow and slim but still well-proportionate, and full of smooth muscle. Her neck is thick and arched naturally, leading to defined withers that lead to the sloping, gorgeous shoulder and eventually a deep, broad chest. She is sturdy with a strong, short back and rounded hindquarters that hosts a low-set tail, her stature short but her body a conduit for more power than anyone would ever think possible. Her head is very pretty with a profile that is slightly convex, ears small and eyes wide and alert at all times.

Her base coat is a dark grulla, her dun factor thick and overstated leaving her with countershading across her entire body that seems to shadow her, only enhanced further by the sooty dapples scattered along her barrel and belly. She is decorated with glimmering gold that at her flank that seems to erupt from one point and spreading out from there, appearing almost like brindle across her side. On her face she has a golden sheen of thick eyeliner in quite a unique design, accentuating eyes as vivid as venetian coins. On her face she has an interrupted stripe, starting as a thick star situated directly between her eyes that fades away. Her muzzle is wrapped in alabaster, her lips a soft shade of peach. She has a small white coronet on her left foreleg and a sock on her back right leg. Her mane is dark and thick, her hair carefully styled into a running braid that starts between her ears and down to her withers, where the strands fall nearly to her knees. Her forelock is pinned away from her face with a small rose brooch. Her tail, however, is different. The roots are a lively, soft shade of peach with wild strays everywhere, the underside of her tail as dark as her mane. Rose gold chain drapes across her generous hindquarters, peach roses situated at her tail head.
likes: soft things, warmth, children, romance, lullabies, rainstorms, friends, sunshine, surprises, intimacy
dislikes: bad memories, liars, cruelty, remembering her past, being lonely, cheaters, crowded places, crying

ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇs...
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Polyxena is not an enigma. She is not mysterious or a puzzling paradox; she is not so complex that only a God or a king could understand her. She has a heart of gold locked within a chest too small to hold it. She is a pressed rose, fragile and forgotten, losing her youth every day within a dusty old book that no one cares to open anymore. She doesn’t need anyone to fix her, she just needs to stop being broken. Poly is quiet, her eyes as liquid large as an owl’s as she watches everything that goes on around her, her comments kept hidden behind lips that were meant for kissing and not telling. Her adolescence was dictated by everyone but her and what she was told back then is what she knows now – a girl is meant to be looked at, not heard. Opinions and beliefs are not hers to have, much less express. She is a tool for pleasure, to be used and discarded until she is needed again. Poly doesn’t buck the system, she is too small and insignificant in the grand scheme of it all, but that doesn’t make her a stepping stool.

She is strong, but it perhaps not the kind of strength that makes her noticeable. It is soft and subtle, and only hers to nurture – it keeps her alive behind closed doors and offers her the rarest gift of all: the certainty that she, if no one else, will always keep her best interests at heart. Poly has no illusions when it comes to life and people. She knows that there is far more evil in the world then there is good. She has not abandoned hope, but she doesn’t invent it to keep her warm at night, either. She doesn’t see through rose covered lenses, she only wants the truth, no matter how hard it is to swallow. Through hardship she has come out with a thicker skin then she started off with, but her callouses have a story. It is not the fairy tale she might have picked out for herself when she was still young enough to daydream. It is not even a story she will tell her future children. It is too full of heartbreak and disappointment, and it festers like a wound that won’t ever heal. Polyxena was not made fragile, but neither was she constructed to take so much abuse.

She never learned how to make a friend. She was never allowed to look after herself, she has no idea how to survive in a world that is hers for the taking. She has been bought, sold and used for all of her life, born into shackles that she might not feel around her limbs, but she has never not felt squeezing her heart. She’s never met someone that hasn’t reminded her of her status in life; she is a slave, and not meant for anything other than serving. All she can hope for is a kind word from her master. Poly has never had a formal education. All she was taught was how to use her body to be a pleasure. Her longest interactions in memory were about sex, and nothing more. Only one such exception exists, but that experience ruined her far more than any others in her life.

Polyxena was born in a brothel. There was no one to welcome her into the world except for the one that brought her into it. The darkness of night was at its completion, nothing but shadows and a very exhausted new mother to kiss the baby girl. She was a slave from the very first breath she took, her existence the result of her mother’s work, her father unknown and insignificant. In accordance to the rules of the brothel, Poly’s birth should never have been allowed. The head mistress took great care to ensure that no mistakes took place; the girls were not allowed to get pregnant. After all, that would slow down business. Not to mention the burden of having children in a place of pleasure and debauchery. Poly was lucky she was born a girl, or she would have been drowned moments after her birth. The head mistress made her presence known minutes after Poly was delivered, allowing her mother to keep the child if she agreed to work while nursing and raising her. Of course, everyone knew what Poly would grow to be, but the head mistress was still loath to clothe and feed her until she was old enough to bring in money for herself.

Once she was clean it became obvious that Poly didn’t resemble her mother much, but she was a beauty in her own right. She grew up in the brothel, never venturing beyond its walls, only allowed to breathe fresh air from the balcony of her mother’s room. Her mother nurtured her with tenderness and unconditional love, but she was not sheltered. Poly was never under any false impressions. She knew where she lived and what her home was almost as soon as she could understand such things. Still, her childhood was relatively normal under the circumstances. She cleaned and took care of chores, doing her part in the day to day operations of the brothel. It wasn’t until she was nearly grown that her life took a turn for the worse. Her mother got sick and soon was unable to work, confined to her room until she recovered. Poly abandoned her other chores to tend her mother, but after nearly a year her mother passed away. The death of her mother was a turning point for Poly. There was no one in the brothel that would protect her or look out for her anymore and soon the head mistress was preparing Poly for the next phase in her life. Her education was extensive and in-depth, but she was never touched while she learned and her first night was to be sold to the highest bidder when the time came. However, something else happened instead.

When she was still young, it happened that the brothel got a new customer. Poly was in the sitting room at the time, merely watching the happenings of the brothel when he arrived. It was a prince of one of the five kingdoms that governed the nation. A very young prince, only barely older then she was herself. When the head mistress greeted him, and asked him what he wanted, he indicated Poly. Startled, she could only stare. The head mistress told him that she was untried and too young, but the prince was adamant and would not take no for an answer, and under the rule of his parents he couldn’t be denied. Frightened by the prospect of spending a night with a prince, Poly could barely stand when the girls got her ready, trembling like a leaf when it came time for her to finally work. Alone in a room together, Poly met the prince and learned his name, Faustian, and they spoke for some time while he sought to make her more comfortable. When he told her, it was his first time as well, Poly believed him. She lost her virginity to him that night, and he made it as pleasant as he could, and afterward told the head mistress that no one else was allowed to touch Poly.

From there it began, and for years to come Faustian visited Poly several times a week in the brothel. He was her only customer. He doted on her, giving her jewels and showering her with gifts that none of the other girls ever received the likes of. Poly knew she was beyond lucky. They were just children, but they grew up together, in love and in friendship. Faustian told

her of his life as a prince and Poly tried to find anything interesting to tell him in return. She lived for his visits, addicted to him as well as his touch, slowly falling in love with him as the years progressed. As Poly got older it became obvious that she was unusually beautiful, perhaps far more than most in the brothel. She got requests for her presence within the rooms more and more every day, and it angered the head mistress that she had to turn them down at the command of the prince. Eventually it became harder for Faustian to visit her as often as his duties grew larger as he got older. The head mistress started to see this as an opportunity and one night she told Poly to meet a customer in a room. Poly knew the customer wasn’t Faustian and she told her head mistress she wouldn’t – without realizing the consequences of her refusal. Taken out back, Poly was abused and raped. When Faustian was finally able to visit again, the headmistress turned him away, telling him Poly was sick even though she lay in bed recovering from the horrors of that night. He left but returned shortly after, demanding to see her. When he was at last let in, he took one look at Poly and asked her what happened. Hardly able to get the words out, she told him, and he immediately bought her from the head mistress, overpaying by a large margin.

He took her away from the brothel and for the first time in her life she saw beyond its wall. It was that night that Faustian told her of his arranged marriage. Poly was devastated, hardly able to bear the thought of having to share him with anyone else. She told him she loved him and begged him to promise her nothing would change between them, and he did, even saying that he loved her too. However, she should have known that nothing good can last.

Faustian took her to a beach front that no one else was aware of, hidden away and safe from prying eyes, property owned by the crown. He left her there, promising he would return. And he did. He visited her a few times before his marriage took place, but Poly didn’t see him for quite some time afterward. She was alone and isolated, nothing and no one to keep her company for the long days that she waited for Faustian to come back to her. The days went on until months went by and still he stayed away. Eventually, even in her seclusion, she heard that the prince and his new bride has returned, and Poly was exciting, knowing he would come see her. But he didn’t. Feeling increasingly abandoned and forgotten, Poly fought hard not to panic, wondering if he would come back at all. Eventually he did, nearly half a year later. He didn’t spend much time with her, almost leaving as soon as he had come, and it set a president for all his future visits afterward. Poly began to question what he really wanted, and if that wasn’t her anymore. She tried to ask him for a baby, thinking perhaps that would bring them closer and also provide her with a purpose and someone else to spend the lonely days with. But he refused her, telling her that he would never be able to claim the child as his, even in secret.

Poly wasn’t surprised, but she was still hurt. She couldn’t imagine why Faustian kept her around. She began to lose sleep and grew depressed, constantly alone and unable to think about anything else but the fact that the love of her life was married to another. They began to argue when Faustian did visit her, barely touching, and he left sooner than ever. Until one day he told her that he was selling her. Horrified, she pleaded with him not to do it, telling him that she loved him. Reminding him that she was all she had in the world and if he sold her, there was no guarantee what would happen. All her words fell on deaf ears. If he loved her, it didn’t matter anymore. There was no place for her in his life anymore. He made it clear that he could never – and would never – choose her over his kingdom, over his family, over his wife. She wasn’t that important.

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