Beqanna forum

Horse's Full Name: sundered Breed: hybrid Age: five Gender: stallion Color: black with red brindling and white bone markings (black as base, if needed) Player Out of Character Name: Jenger How did you find Beqanna? (optional): honestly that's such a great question, but i'm too old to remember now Anything else you'd like to include: I am attempting to use my birthday trait to join him with 2 space Fire Armor. My birthday was August 21st, but if this is a day too late then please disregard the trait part. And also 0 space Shadows if I read the rules correctly. hehe

Horse's Full Name: sundered Breed: hybrid Age: five Gender: stallion Color: black with red brindling and white bone markings (black as base, if needed) Player Out of Character Name: Jenger How did you find Beqanna? (optional): honestly that's such a great question, but i'm too old to remember now Anything else you'd like to include: I am attempting to use my birthday trait to join him with 2 space Fire Armor. My birthday was August 21st, but if this is a day too late then please disregard the trait part. And also 0 space Shadows if I read the rules correctly. hehe

Horse's Full Name: sundered Breed: hybrid Age: five Gender: stallion Color: black with red brindling and white bone markings (black as base, if needed) Player Out of Character Name: Jenger How did you find Beqanna? (optional): honestly that's such a great question, but i'm too old to remember now Anything else you'd like to include: I am attempting to use my birthday trait to join him with 2 space Fire Armor. My birthday was August 21st, but if this is a day too late then please disregard the trait part. And also 0 space Shadows if I read the rules correctly. hehe

c: idk just in case

c: idk just in case

Horse's Full Name: Nyle Breed: Appaloosa Hybrid Age: 5 Gender: Mare Color: Black Fewspot with yellow head moray eel markings and silver eyes Player Out of Character Name: Queenie Anything else you'd like to include: I would like to use my birthday trait (September 24th) to give her single animal shifting - Moray Eel Shifting, please! Thank you!

Horse's Full Name: Nyle Breed: Appaloosa Hybrid Age: 5 Gender: Mare Color: Black Fewspot with yellow head moray eel markings and silver eyes Player Out of Character Name: Queenie Anything else you'd like to include: I would like to use my birthday trait (September 24th) to give her single animal shifting - Moray Eel Shifting, please! Thank you!

Horse's Full Name: Nyle Breed: Appaloosa Hybrid Age: 5 Gender: Mare Color: Black Fewspot with yellow head moray eel markings and silver eyes Player Out of Character Name: Queenie Anything else you'd like to include: I would like to use my birthday trait (September 24th) to give her single animal shifting - Moray Eel Shifting, please! Thank you!

— i would rather learn what it feels like to burn than feel nothing at all — It has been days now since her brush with death. Her lungs still ached, and there is a faint rattle when she inhales. But her bones no longer felt heavy, not the way they had when she had finally awoken on the frozen bank. Some would say that she is lucky to be alive, but it had not been relief that she had felt when her eyes opened to the bleary, unfocused view of a mountain range pressed against a bright blue sky. Laying in the snow, with the fire on her skin slowly rekindling and flickering to life, she had not felt grateful to have avoided such a wretched end. She hadn’t felt disappointed either, though; just a dull indifference. Something is different, though she cannot yet pinpoint it. There are strange, irregular patches on her body where the fire had not yet returned, revealing instead a charred surface and a fire-glow orange beneath it. She assumes that the fire will return later. As much as she wanted to brush off what had happened, she supposes there is a chance that being submerged in such icy waters for a considerable time had inflicted some type of damage. She tried not to think about that, and what it could mean; if she would be forced to learn to navigate the world with a new kind of damage. Here in the meadow, spring is well upon the land, and she revels in the warmth. She had departed from the mountains as quickly as her frozen bones would allow her to, and she cannot deny that it i

— i would rather learn what it feels like to burn than feel nothing at all — It has been days now since her brush with death. Her lungs still ached, and there is a faint rattle when she inhales. But her bones no longer felt heavy, not the way they had when she had finally awoken on the frozen bank. Some would say that she is lucky to be alive, but it had not been relief that she had felt when her eyes opened to the bleary, unfocused view of a mountain range pressed against a bright blue sky. Laying in the snow, with the fire on her skin slowly rekindling and flickering to life, she had not felt grateful to have avoided such a wretched end. She hadn’t felt disappointed either, though; just a dull indifference. Something is different, though she cannot yet pinpoint it. There are strange, irregular patches on her body where the fire had not yet returned, revealing instead a charred surface and a fire-glow orange beneath it. She assumes that the fire will return later. As much as she wanted to brush off what had happened, she supposes there is a chance that being submerged in such icy waters for a considerable time had inflicted some type of damage. She tried not to think about that, and what it could mean; if she would be forced to learn to navigate the world with a new kind of damage. Here in the meadow, spring is well upon the land, and she revels in the warmth. She had departed from the mountains as quickly as her frozen bones would allow her to, and she cannot deny that it i

— i would rather learn what it feels like to burn than feel nothing at all — It has been days now since her brush with death. Her lungs still ached, and there is a faint rattle when she inhales. But her bones no longer felt heavy, not the way they had when she had finally awoken on the frozen bank. Some would say that she is lucky to be alive, but it had not been relief that she had felt when her eyes opened to the bleary, unfocused view of a mountain range pressed against a bright blue sky. Laying in the snow, with the fire on her skin slowly rekindling and flickering to life, she had not felt grateful to have avoided such a wretched end. She hadn’t felt disappointed either, though; just a dull indifference. Something is different, though she cannot yet pinpoint it. There are strange, irregular patches on her body where the fire had not yet returned, revealing instead a charred surface and a fire-glow orange beneath it. She assumes that the fire will return later. As much as she wanted to brush off what had happened, she supposes there is a chance that being submerged in such icy waters for a considerable time had inflicted some type of damage. She tried not to think about that, and what it could mean; if she would be forced to learn to navigate the world with a new kind of damage. Here in the meadow, spring is well upon the land, and she revels in the warmth. She had departed from the mountains as quickly as her frozen bones would allow her to, and she cannot deny that it i

— i would rather learn what it feels like to burn than feel nothing at all — In the dark gray of a dying winter, fire moves. Eternally burning, the embers of her mane and the flames of her skin, steam rising from her steps from where her hooves meet the cold snow, she has no destination in mind. Sparks trail behind her, bright but harmless, flickers in the dark that one could follow if any cared at all where she was going. No one would be following her, of course. She has made sure of that. While others built their walls of stone, hers have always been made of fire. An untamable, unforgiving thing that she never asked for and never could harness. She burned even those whose touch she might have welcomed, and pushed away those that could have withstood the heat. It did not matter that if you were to peel back the layers—and by this point there were so many, all of them charred and now long-cold—you would find that she craved some kind of companionship, because fire aside she has always been a stubborn girl and the one she wanted was one she could not have. Perhaps that is why she climbs the mountain range that separates the Dale from the meadow. Perhaps that is why she pushes herself further and further into the snow drifts, remembering how it had seemed as though the universe had been playing a cruel joke for him to come back covered in ice. Through the white noise of her thoughts she had stopped paying attention to where she walked, her breath pluming before her like curls o