Breed: Arab x Lusitano
Colour: dapple grey with a solid smokey grey up to her knees
Personality: a wild spirit, open minded, short tempered, flirty, devilish sense of humour, abrupt as she often says what she thinks with and without remorse, rebellious and mischievous.
History: Younger sister to Ophelia, although Ophelia does not know of her sister's existence. When their parents died, Beatrice fled in search of her sister. (short and sucky - sorry!)
Axian Name: Boy: Milo or Girl: Tess
OOC name: Obsidian
Email: email@example.com / thesubtleblade
Other rpgs i have played: HP, Four and millions more.
How did you hear about us: Greenie and CB <3
Special Word: mythical
She was not foolish and she knew the moment she saw the glint in his eye that he did not appreciate her comment and so she lowered her eyes from him like a chastised child. Within her she berated her forward attitude, one day she was sure it would be the death of her. Every so often she cast a glance his way, her head tilting to better watch him from where she moved beside him. She studied his features, similar to her own, yet so different. He possessed the Hispanic look she also bore with the long mane, feathers and tail. Yet where his body was a two toned black and mahogany, so she was an array of white and dappled grey like smoke across her slender adult body.
Casting his looks aside she sighed softly, her breath escaping from her parted lips like an ethereal cloud, expanding and fading until it dissipated into the air. She went to speak, but the words were stopped as the stranger spoke instead. It is then that her heart rate rose, her skin prickled and swiftly she looked back towards him. “Rhone?” It was a whispered question, her voice barely audible over the idle winds. Rhone, oh yes she had heard his name, former Rajput king, lover to Arianah and most importantly, her brother. “You are Rhone, former Rajput King and…” She paused, searching his eyes as if to ensure he spoke the truth before she then continued a smile erupting across her lips. “… and thusly my brother.” She turned away from him, trotting a few steps ahead to survey the Northern kingdom as it stretched out before them. “Welcome back then brother! I am Beatrice, daughter of Ophelia and Voraer.” Her excitement waned as she revealed her heritage, her voice suddenly wary as she spoke her father’s name.
From where she stood, she watched the former Rajput closely, awaiting his response to her father’s name for it was common knowledge that the two had not been upon the best of terms. He spoke again and every word dripped with his own discontent and it struck her like a whip. She regarded him closely her body now ever so still, her heart racing within her rib cage, beating against her sternum like a bird desperate for flight. “Surely your life could not have been so bad? You were a king, a lover and a father, what more could life have offered you to make you smile? Some would beg for those things, what is it that would have made you happier?”
She turned away from him, suddenly discontented with where the conversation was headed. “I have not seen Arianah since I returned to the North… In her stead Ophelia and Solaris have taken a united stand as the rulers of the North. I am sorry if that is not what you wish to hear…” She turned to look back at him, her eyes saddened with her revelation for she knew it may just cut him that little deeper. She had lost her father, he had gone, but for Rhone he had lost more, was she wrong to have said what she did. Casting her eyes to the ground she gave him a soft, sincere apology, “I am sorry, brother.”
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