STEAL AND DIE A VEEEEERY PAINFUL DEATH

Name:Balekira
Pronounced:Bah-Luh-Kee-Rah
Eye Colour:Deep Purple
Coat Colour:Lilac
Mane/Tail:Lighter lilac
Other Colours:Different tones of purple and lilac, white.
Leg Markings:Four deep purple stockings, left diagonal has white hooves, right has black. Above the stockings there are two white stripes on opposite sides.
Accessories:Very dark Purple bow on tail
Other Markings:Markings on face, blaze, muzzle, underneath eyes. White stripes over her rump and up half her back down to the back stockings.
Father:Dead
Mother:Somewhere...
Siblings:Fascinaturu
Love:None yet...

.::Introduction::.

Meadows stretch before you as far as the eye can see, a scatter of birches trembling their delicate slender branches in the breeze. A bird flits past, dancing about the sun rays filtering through the cloud laced skies. A figure emerges from behind a birch tree, her slender figure lengthening out. A slight, lavendar mare, form delicate, with big, gentle deep violet orbs that would tell no lies. An assortment of stripes adorned her back and rump, reaching down to four navy blue stockings. Her head was dainty, features soft and silently stunning. But inside her head, were noises that would make one go mad, talking over each other, loud and penetrating. Whispering plotted plans, and shouting harsh instructions. The atmospehere is quiet and peaceful, but in her head are a thousand voices.

.::My Story::.

The mare sighs as she closes her eyes to feel the breeze plays through her silky smooth lilac mane. You crack a twig beneath your heel, and the mare awakens from her daydream. Twisting her head round sharply, she eyes you nervously. Taken by suprise, she steps back skittishly, her once soft breathing now hard and panting. After a aminute or so, she sees you are no threat, and holds up her head proudly, snorting defiantly. "You...human... speak up! Who are you?" she asks, her flowing, tinkling voice without a stutter.
My... My... name is ...guest" You stammer, blinking anxiously.
Greetings..." The mare welcomes softly, bowing low to the ground so her velevet muzzle almost tips the grass blades. "And mine is Balekira, otherwise known as The Dreamer." At this, she smiles delectably, blinking her deep liquid orbs. Taking this as an invitation to join her, you walk up to the solemn mare. She remains silent as you approach her, but instinctively tenses her muscles.
Tell me... why are you here?" You ask inquisitively, tilting your head to one side.
Balekira thinks a moment, registering your question. "I will tell you, but let us walk as I tell you my story..." She trailed, turning round elegantly to walk smoothly down the grass coated mound. You follow, full of expectations.

The mare clears her throat, glancing at you occasionaly as she speaks. "My father died before I was born, so I never knew him. But my mother was always around. When I was born, they say the dreams, fears, everything, of the equines around me crowded into my head by some magic force, and that is why I hear so many voices in my head and I daydream alot. However, it does mean that I can understand people's dreams and I know a bit of telepathy. Anyway, I was claimed to be a witch, and banished from my herd. I ran away, ashamed and disgusted of myself for having this... this... curse. I call it more of a curse than a power as it haunts me for the rest of my life, and took away the thing most precious to me... my mother. After a week of galloping over the lands non stop, I found this place, a little sanctuary." She motioned her head about her, eyes marvelling at the birches and atmosphere.

It has a kind of magic about it. It was here I found an old mare who taught me how to use my telepathic powers to my advantage. She treated me as if I were her own daughter, looking after me till I was full grown. Before she...died... she left these meadows in my care. And that is why I am here. Protecting this land from any evil thoughts and spirits." She smiles radiantly down at you, before turning around and disappearing mysteriously behind a birch as quickly as she had come. Thinking yourself bewitched, you blink in suprise, before walking away across the pastures, contemplating the mare's story in your head. The dandelions tickle your touch, petals of delicate flowers reaching out to your hands. You smile gladly as you enjoy the magic of the meadow, watching the mid afternoon sun stretch it's final rays of delight across the star-swept skies.

.::Friends::.


~*~Dyn~*~

Dyn is a kind, genuine stallion. At first I was a bit nervous around him, (but that's just me) when I found him asleep in a cave in my homelands. After that, we got on swimmingly, racing through my forest to a nearby brook. He gave me some magic powder which can make you fly, my childhood dream! He is an amazing stud, I am glad to have met him, and even more pleased to call him my friend.

.::Toybox::.

*whinny*



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