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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!
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Caeleste Time: 02-18-2018, 06:08 PM

Gender Mare
Age 6 year old
Height 17.0 hh
Breed Dutch Warmblood x Andalusian
Sexuality Bisexual
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hers is a bellicose silhouette, wrought with grandiosity and iron. her feminine curves are emphasized by the robust musculature underneath, her bodice silk and steel. her height of seventeen hands prevents her from being called stocky, but there is power writ in every refined arch and swoop of her frame. a fine-boned head, the curve of her jaw is soft but her nose is dramatic, romanized. her ribcage is expansive, a deep chest and long, long legs define her unconventional elegance. she is more lean than heavy-set, her profile lithe and polished.

the lines of her regal body underscore a predominantly sable hide with undertones of olive and golden-brown. the crest of her spine is lined with golden dots running down it from withers to the base of her tail, seamlessly melding with the bright gold that highlights the shoulder region and her crest before fading into the ebony of her coat. the shade is muted, though flecks scatter across her coat like slightly more vibrant stars, mostly by where her withers and crest meet and the top of her foreleg. her hooves are shiny without being gaudy, a vivid, gleaming gold with the faintest shimmer when the light is just right. unblemished ivory stockings lace up her front legs, irregular and virginal. a mask overlays her face; monochromal, exaggerated features over a saturated caramel. an ebony smirk paints her lips, stretching up to grace her cheekbones; kohl outlines gleaming ochre eyes, an ivory beauty mark just below her left eye and alabaster lining her roman nose. decadent waves of ebony edged with bronze tumble over her shoulder, silky and thick. truly an opulent masterpiece, antimony is venus reborn.


she wields words as daggers and lies spun into truth, dealing in secrets and deception while presenting the world a mask of dignified affability. her loyalties are to her ambition, those of her blood and no one else. her father had taught her to scorn weakness in herself and in others and to surround herself with only the strongest allies, though her betrayal is almost inevitable. there is little room for neutrality or wavering loyalty; if not one of her pawns, to be moved as she sees fit, there is only open rebellion against her. eventually everyone must choose a side and she intends to see it be hers, be it by simple diplomacy or deception. she rejects the archaic notion of honor in favor of seizing power through whatever means necessary. to her, power is a complex concept that many lust after and few truly understand. true power rested not in a throne or crown but with those that could seize and hold it. brazenly attempting to wrest power would likely be costly if not fatal due to the mercurial nature of politics. instead, she undermines, coerces, seduces; her magic, too, is used with the intention of gaining her the upper hand over others.

she is the descendant of conquerors, the blood in her veins rich with thousands of years of royalty, of scandals never unearthed, of notable warriors and esteemed politicians; image is everything and hers is unimpugnable. it had been impressed upon her at a young age that she was heir not just to a duchy but to an ancient house, her every move scrutinized and remarked upon by the court. mercy is foreign to her, for she has none; antimony is a relentless opponent and intolerant of threats to her or her ambitions, willing to crush anyone that stands in her way. icily poised and as graceful as a queen, she subtly manipulates politics to suit her own ulterior motives with uncommon ruthlessness.

antimony is difficult to read for anyone that does not know her well, taking care with her words even when it seems she is not. she is a machiavellian pragmatist, coldly calculating and willing to take advantage of any opportunity presented. though she is unforgiving and vindictive, she is not particularly sadistic and utilizes torture as a means to gain information only when all other methods have been exhausted. antimony has never been vain, considering beauty only as something that can be used to manipulate others. she is proud, though if necessary, she will swallow her pride in order to further her ambitions.


her birth was ominous, a foretelling of the chaos that she would bring. the night of her birth, a tremendous storm shook the castle walls, the winds screaming in a discordant accompaniment to the shrieks of her lady mother, the wails of her newborn brother as he came into the world not long after her, the eerie silence of the newborn child. she was watchful, quiet as she stared silently, perhaps uncomprehendingly at the still body of lady alistra. her twin had wept, despite not understanding that their mother had died, nor death itself. the concept of death would soon become intimately familiar to them as they grew older, hardened and fatal.

their mother's death had affected lord caedrus deeply, although he did not cling desperately to the legacy his wife had left him, pushing his two children away instead of embracing them. their father had valued strength above all else and had set about forging them into strong heirs to the ancient and noble house eudoxia, a formidable house in their own right and intimately associated with the ruling dynasty of house audris through long-standing alliances dating back hundreds of years. as the eldest, antimony's claim to the duchy was considered the strongest in accordance to succession laws, although there was always the potential for her younger brother to unseat her from her rightful place as heir apparent. she was technically a countess in her own right, a courtesy title accorded to her by her father when she had been born, but she knew she wanted more than that, even as at a young age. antimony wanted to be duchess of drakesfell, head of house eudoxia; nothing less would suit her.

she had been scarcely a year old when her magic violently manifested, her eyes glowing with crimson hellfire. she'd been too young to control the ruthless illusions, horrifying a passing servant as the powerful young sorceress's magic invaded her mind. her lord father had found them like that, the unfortunate maid's mouth open in a silent scream while her tormentor stood by, powerless to end it. caedrus had approached his wayward offspring directly, his own magical aura swelling darkly around him; upon his approach the illusions shatter, the hazy glow of his daughter's eyes dissipating as the magic retreated. she'd bowed her head as he stopped before her for a few moments before he moves to deal with the quietly sobbing servant. the maid is sent away, her mind a spiderweb of cracks beneath the weight of the inescapable horrors, but it is not long before rumors spread about the duke's eldest child, whispering behind her back that she is a monster. her father was not afraid of her, nor was her twin; caedrus had called them "gorgon's eyes", recalling that his grandmother had a similar ability. a mage is quietly brought to her ancestral castle to instruct her in the arcane arts, her natural aptitude nurtured until she can control the crimson glow of her eyes. her reputation remains, only growing as she begins to engage in duels.

it was not long after her magic had erupted within her that her father took special interest in her tutelage. he had brought her and her brother to court once, the matronly ladies of court cooing over the motherless children. perhaps she would have grown up less ruthless and merciless with the soft touch of her mother, but all she had ever known was the cold iron gauntlet of her father. they had taken interest in the duke as well; he'd been young when he wed the lady alistra - a baroness from a small but wealthy minor noble family whose wit and noteworthy skill in combat had caught his eye - still in his prime, the ruler of a formidable family with one of the highest titles in the realm. while his daughter had charmed them with her natural charisma and swift wit, he'd rebuffed more than a few advances, although always with enough courtesy so as to not give offense. the death of her mother had left significant scars on him, even if it had been over a year; the court still remarked upon the tragedy, although it was kept behind closed doors. his children had learned to avoid the subject but the gossip-mongers at court had not, although most of them had the grace to keep their whispers down. there had been one particular fool who had dared to speak of it in a tone not entirely respectful, nor sympathetic; by morning, her father had fought and won his first duel since the birth of his children, his daughter watching quietly as lord caedrus proved why it was unwise to cross him. the whispers had died down after that.

her father had withdrawn back to their ancestral keep, taking his children with him. although she was growing into her own ruthless cunning, she was still a child, though her gifts were comparable with his own in terms of raw power. he excelled in powerful physical manipulation; the first duel he had ever undertaken was when he was two years old, his magic only barely controlled. that duel had unintentionally ended in death, his powerful magic asserting control over his opponent as he telekinetically sent him flying, only for the challenger's neck to snap when he impacted a wall of the castle they'd fought in. his daughter had inherited the same ability, although not to the extent that he could wield it - she was innately talented, but it was clear that she was far more adept with illusions and shadow. she had spent long hours practicing her magic, knowing all too well that despite his lack of concern for politics, her brother could usurp her as heir. at one point, she considered arranging his death, but the thought is quickly discarded as too obvious, too hasty. it went against all the subtlety her father had instilled within her, nurturing her into a poised, cunning monster. though she'd never admit it to anyone, she'd miss him deeply if he died, whether by accident or by an assassin's blade.

at the age of three, she and her brother were sent away to court to continue their instruction on the fine art of politics. her brother had struggled - he had never been one for deception and innuendo, preferring to test his might in battle where his sister favored the political arena. as a child she had clumsily charmed her peers; as a woman she seduced, having honed her charisma until every word was a weapon. she did not neglect her combat training, either; it was not uncommon to see her out in the yard sparring with one of her guards, ordered by her father to accompany them. eventually she had begun to accept challenges from her fellow peers, not believing that she had lived up to her father's reputation nor the rumors of her magical prowess. one such duel would eventually end in death, a tragedy that would spark a near-war.

her challenger had been an upstart young scion of house gulian, a younger son of lord imatur and distant cousin of the king as well as her, given that her grandmother had been the younger sister of his predecessor. he had sought to fell her and claim the glory of victory, drunk on arrogance and blinded by anger that she had drawn first blood. they had waged war on each other, icy rage matched by indominable ruthlessness with nearly equal skill in combat. it was almost a shame to kill him, for he had been closer to her equal than any of her previous rivals; nevertheless, she had lulled him into a false sense of security by pretending to tire. he had believed her ruse but before he could act, she had slid a dagger of shadow between his ribs, golden eyes focused and intent as she watched his own widen, before he collapsed, another of the court's sons felled. despite the fact that it was honorable combat, lord imatur had been furious by the death of his son and had threatened war. the king had stood by, unable to intercede without being accused of favoritism and likely hoping that his relatives would weaken the power of house eudoxia, a family that had long supported house audris even when the gulians had overthrown them. the gulians had eventually backed down, realizing that to their chagrin, it was a war they would likely not win.

she had stayed in court despite the looming threat of the gulians, a calculated ploy to show them that she would not be cowed, nor flee to her father for protection. two of the slain boy's relatives had challenged her, though she had emerged victorious in both battles, sparing their lives only because their deaths would cause further rifts between the two houses. relations were civil but frosty; killing her gulian challengers would only cause them to further deteriorate. war had been averted by the fear of her father's wrath and being seen as weak by the other houses should they not claim victory, but the tensions remained, heady and anxious. her father had been quiet as of late, having stepped back but still keeping a watchful eye on the situation; he trusted her judgement, but her experience paled compared to his in both the art of war and of politics. though many a noble's son went off to war, they usually remained well behind the front lines and away from the fighting; her father had been on the front lines, leading troops into battle against the moranthe isles in a war that had ended only a few years before she was born. the duke of desolation, they called him, a reference to his reputation for leaving only ashes of cities in his wake. eventually he had left the battlefield after a grave injury had left him with a mild limp, settling back into the politics of valkrai. his daughter had followed in his footsteps, two poisonous vipers nestled in the breast of valkrai.

the strongest shall rise and the weak cast down, an adage house eudoxia has been faithful to since valkrai was ravaged by war and their founder still lived. the rose of drakesfell had risen high, forging alliances and claiming victory in duels as she gained an intimate understanding and control over her illusive magic. it seemed all but certain that she would become her father's heir, the next duchess of drakesfell. instead, he summoned her and her brother to his study not to announce his heir, but to strip them both of their titles as countess of lagoire and baron of elteran. they were each strong in their own right, he had told them, but they were not the strongest, had not been forged by the trials he and their ancestors had faced. their father's wealth and power had smoothed the way for their upbringing; now they must make their own way in the world. grimly, she had accepted the task and bade both her father and brother farewell.

the world of elysium had been unfamiliar and disconcerting, especially with the loss of her abilities; elysium had fairly pulsed with magic, yet it was a foreign arcane but one she had eventually adapted to. at first she wandered, acclimating to the land, but a chance encounter quickly allowed her to insinuate herself into elysian politics. the queen of one of the kingdoms, lyrus, had offered her a position within her ranks, the role of advisor to the queen. antimony had accepted, though it soon became clear that ursa was not all that she seemed. lyrus was significantly weakened, protected only by a few knights to guard what remained of the population while the queen's sanity deserted her. eventually ursa had left and did not return, an opportune time to take power and crown herself successor. the kingdom was hers for the taking, but it was a shattered nation, its reputation mere tatters. antimony had left in the dead of night, leaving the remains of the once-proud empire behind.

upon finding herself in the slidr river valley, she wasted little time in choosing sides and joined house tryggr. the political landscape had been shaken and unsure, an opportunity she was quick to capitalize on in an effort to elevate herself back into the aristocracy. she did not go unnoticed, having the pleasure of meeting the king himself at a ball in honor of a kingsman, a newly named member of the monarch's personal guard. notably, they had spent hours conversing and she had been seen with him a few more times at events, the servants whispering about how she had been summoned to his citadel and leaving hours later, after night had fallen. it had surprised few when the king had begun to officially court her, nor that they were wed in a matter of months.

she had ruled alongside the king as his consort and a power in her own right, though she still answered to her husband. it seemed that all was well on the exterior, though behind closed doors her marriage was suffering. mahaan desperately wanted a heir, to create a lasting dynasty and that she was not yet swollen with his child had infuriated and frustrated him. he did not know that each night after he visited her chambers, she would ingest a mixture of herbs to prevent conception, swallowing death without remorse. a heir was a threat to her power, to her place in the line of succession; she would not settle for queen regent when she could be crowned in her own right.

the mantle of a dutiful wife had sat ill on her shoulders but she had presented a united front to all, the very image of the loving wife she was not. one night, after yet another courtly event - a fitting occasion for she had met him at one - the tension had come to a head, their confrontation bitter and cold with veiled disdain. her husband and king had outlived his usefulness; it was time someone else ruled.
mahaan's death was shrouded in secrecy, lies upon lies hiding the truth from view until it seemed the deceit was truth and the real events fiction. he had fallen over the edge of the cliff not because the edge had been unstable and he had simply lost his balance but because she had spelled the edge to seem further away than it really was, her influence far more negligible than if she had pushed him herself. the king had been declared missing the morning after his death and his body found a few days later, already decaying in the warm sun. they had been unable to recover his corpse but had lit a pyre for him nonetheless as she addressed the mourning crowd. initially there had been suspicion directed at her because she stood to gain a great deal from mahaan's demise, though her visible shock and grief had convinced all but a few that she had played no role in his death. all of the outliers had been silenced, though not right away so as to not further suspicion. instead of targeting the most vocal, she found the ones who quietly refused her reign, who dissented in hushed voices but spread their plague all the same. execution was too public, a beheading too notable; she removed their tongues and sent them into exile for high crimes against their queen. soon enough, the whispers quieted, silenced by terror.

it was not long into her fledgling reign that a raven had arrived from the warden of the east, the leader of those that had been exiled from the houses. she had accepted his invitation and met with him, though she had returned to her lands feeling as if their business had not yet been settled. the exiled were a volatile, difficult group, loosely held together only by their mutual disdain for the houses. however, antimony was confident that perhaps she could reach an agreement with the warden that they wouldn't side against her in a war.

before she could set any plans into motion, a letter from her father had arrived, summoning her back to their ancestral lands to take up her rightful seat as his heir. while she should have been pleased to be finally acknowledged as his heir, she was worried due to the cryptic nature of the letter and the mention of illness. the decision had been made for her, however: the chill of dark magic had washed over the valley, leaving it lifeless. taking it as a sign, antimony had begun the long journey back to valkrai.

when she had arrived, it was to a quiet, grim drakesfell. the stench of illness and must had permeated the air as she had stepped inside her father's chambers. he hadn't recognized her, lost in the fever as he moaned and whispered her mother's name in a plea. it had come on suddenly, one of the servants would later tell her, he had collapsed a few days ago and hadn't been able to leave his bed since. they had sent for a healer from the order of ysera, as well as her brother, but neither had yet arrived. antimony had settled into her new role quickly and easily, relying on years of experience adapting to new situations to take up the mantle of duchess and rule while her father lay febrile and delusional.

the healer had arrived and had set to work, though sirocco had not, despite a second letter, then a third. in rare moments of lucidity, he would ask her in choked, hoarse tones where his son was, only to lapse back into his fever dreams.
eventually the fever had broken, though antimony had waited to relinquish the duchy's duties until he was back on his feet and on the mend. neither of them had made mention of his feverish delusions, nor of her brother's notable absence; caedrus knew what it meant, that sirocco had ignored the letters despite the risk that he might never see his father alive. antimony had remained at the castle for several more weeks, though eventually she had bade her father farewell and left, acknowledging silently that drakesfell was not yet hers.

the feeling of her sorcery leaving her was an uncomfortable feeling, one she feared she would never grow used to as she had crossed the border into the land of caeleste.

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