Full Name: Eos Levantos
Meaning: Goddess of dawn
Nickname: Eos
Age: Three
Gender: Mare
Breed: Friesian x Shire x Thoroughbred {} Ahkal Teke [ mutt ]
Coat Color: Burgundy
Mane/Tail Color: Burgundy
Height: 17hh
Personality: Quiet, cunning, smooth
Alliance: Dark - Neutral
History: None to speak of. Just matured.
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Lineage:

Sire: Vidicus Levantos
Dam: Erebus Sayern
Grandsire: Atticus Levantos
Granddam: Puppet
Great Grandsire: Zephyr Levantos
Great Granddam: Ice Tears

ooc] All pictures above are copyright either to me, cause i made quite a few of them, and their photographers, and the original makers. Please don't steal the names as well. All of her ancestors were real characters. The Levantos's played by me :]

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A speckled frame loomed above the horizon. Set on nimble legs, the tall creature stood calmly. Every one of her fine aspects was expertly trained on her surroundings. Flora, fauna, all was paid attention to. Twice previously, her naive nature had ensnared her into foolish traps. Luckily though, her sure footedness and speed of flight had carried her swiftly out of harms way. The coat of the young mare was a vibrant red, a disadvantage when it came to eluding view. Unfortunately, dark eyes were sharp, and even more so when searching for something. Any lone stallion had probably spotted her a while off, and her hurried movements made it clear that she wasn’t the most confident youth in the shadowlands. Stallions pursuing dreams of confident queens would know to look elsewhere after a short conversation with her. Her age, in comparison to the rest of the general population, was low. She knew of only yearlings and newborns that were younger than her. She hadn’t seen any fillies or colts near her age group. The thought unnerved her slightly. Perverse stags seemed to hone in on the young and inexperienced rather than the wizened and experienced. She was intelligent, though. And that was perhaps the most brilliant feature of the appaloosa mare. Her parents had both been well educated, and their methods and opinions of life had been sucked up by their little filly. Vidicus, her father, had been a stern, deft ruler. Obey, or leave. Revolt, and be killed. Erebus had been his sole mate, and Eos, their sole daughter.

Eos knew that she hadn’t earned the Levantos title to bear. She had done nothing worthy of such an honor, and it was only her mother’s death, the end of Vidicus’s line, that had given her that. As the sole heir of the Levantos title, she knew better than to throw herself into the open embrace of an idiot. She wanted brains, and power to second that. The shadowlands provided little cover for any mare, but her speedy ancestors had gifted her well. She hadn’t met a beast she couldn’t outrun, short or long distance. She flew.

Her body was unmarred by wound or scar, and she was healthy. Her coat was a glossy crimson and her white freckles stark on the background. Eos wasn’t cute or pretty, she was a well bred, beautiful lady. Shire and Friesian heritage gave her the majestic appearance and the thoroughbred and ahkal-teke, the speed, long legs and height. Eos lifted her head, her sleek nostrils tapered in the air. For now, the winds told nothing of any stallions, just the odd mare or two dotted around. Feeling less and less threatened by the environment, she let her shoulders slump. Within an instant, Eos was asleep.





FIN :]

Eos awoke with a snort. Her thin legs went sprawling out from her sides, desperate to stand. Dirt spouted into the air and tufts of grass joined them, but as awkward as it looked, she was up in a flash. White eyed and trembling, her eyes meant to stare level into those of her attacker, but she found herself looking into the neck of whatever it was. Powerful haunches rushed her backwards in fear, until she was square against the tree. The chapped bark gashed at her soft rump and now she stared, livid into the beast’s eyes. Her alabaster spattered flanks rose and fell, the downy red base moist with sweat.

In front of Eos stood another equine. Male, obviously. His chest was almost double hers, and his legs were thick with tattered feather. He had nothing to fear, and both of them knew it. His blaze was a striking feature on his torn face, and she found herself compelled to watch it as he spoke. - Ello, lass. I am Vladimir Dracula, King of Exotic Mountains – Her fine ears twitched upon her head. Vladimir Dracula wasn’t the most welcoming name she’d heard. Vladimir, let alone Dracula, was savage enough for her liking. Eos exhaled gently “Apologies, Dracula” Always last name first, for respect ”I hadn’t expected company so soon.” She cleared her throat nervously ”My name is Eos Levantos…”

Her spectacular head rose as she let her curvature round proudly. Her blood was pure finery, and she was embarrassed to have displayed it so shabbily. Her parents would be shaking their heads already if they could see her now. Pretty hazel eyes watched Vladimir with a rising interest. Never had she received attention from stallions, and now that she was old enough to bear young, it just got a whole lot more serious. Unsure of how to… make conversation, she fell silent. He was King, and she was nothing.


FIN :]