|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:24 pm
Elandiya  Name: Elandiya
Talent: Illusions and Dreams
Text Color: darkviolet
Parents: Uknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mate:Niama
Kids: Sladanna, Koios, Gondor, Malacoda, Ruavel
Bio:
Random: Her name means shimmering glow, and was made up from Elani and Diya. Halloween 2009 Pony!
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:26 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:27 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:28 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:29 pm
Elandiya's Line Generation One Elandiya
Niam Generation Two Koios
Sladanna
Ruavel
Malacoda
Gondor
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:30 pm
Rosary  Name: Rosary Talent: Shadow Dance and Seductive Smile Text Color: black Parents: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Mate: None Kids: None Bio: Random: Cauldron Event 2009, Halloween Pony!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:31 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:33 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:34 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:36 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:37 pm
Ellenere  Name: Ellenere
Talent: Familiar Poison
Text Color: darkred
Parents: Unknown
Mate: Unknown
Siblings: None
Bio: Ellenere's a little bitter...ok, a lot bitter. But you would be too, if you were stuck in the middle of a maze of thorns, bound to care for a rose for all of time, with no one to talk to or no one to love you. The daughter of an enchantress and a garden sprite, Ellenere was the embarrassment her mother had never wanted, and intended for no one else to ever know about. Ellenere's mother wrapped her in a sack and threw her down the well in the garden behind the palace. Her father, an inhabitant of this garden, spirited her far away and made her a beautiful garden and a large castle for her to rule over.
Maze after maze of intricate roses and beautiful hedges were made for her to play in, dotted with ornate fountains and tall shade trees, making a dream paradise for any child. When the labor was done, Ellenere's father placed heavy thorns around the outside, so that if her mother ever found out she lived, Ellenere would be protected form her. He visited often, making her topiary animals come alive and play with her.
Soon the enchantress heard about the child in the maze, whose beauty was unrivaled and whose castle was made of flowers. With the use of her magic mirror, she called up the image of the princess in the maze. To her surprise, she stared at the face of her daughter. Unable to allow her to live any longer, she transformed herself into a tired looking old hag and traveled to the maze of thorns outside of Ellenere's grounds. The curious child befriended the elderly woman and gave her shelter in the gardens.
At her father's next visit, Ellenere introduced him to her real, live friend. And the enchantress, upon seeing the being who had caused her great strife, lashed out at the sprite and the young girl. The sprite, in a last ditch effort to save his beloved daughter, grew the thorns of the nearby rose bushes so that they pierced the enchantress's skin and impaled her organs.
Confused, the daughter cried out, "Daddy, she was my only friend..." But the wicked enchantress took the sprite's distraction and made use of it, cursing the child and the sprite for the rest of time.
The sprite, unable to remove the curse from himself, thought of his daughter. He went to her side and nuzzled her, growing a rose around her and urging it to become one with her. As long as the flower lived and bloomed, so would his daughter. And just like all other roses, it would sleep during the winter, being alive but appearing dead. Ellenere would need to keep the rose safe during those times, and he quickly explained such to her. In his attempt to save her, the curse had rooted deeply in himself, and his time was short. To Ellenere's horror, the light in her father's eyes went dim and he withered in front of her, becoming all gnarled and dry like a dead tree. She ran from the spot, letting the vines and thorns grow up taller tangle together until there was no way that no one else could ever get in.
Random: Her name is Hungarian for Bitter. See if you can guess which fairy tales I pulled from to make her past. XD
Previous Stages:
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:38 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:39 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:40 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:41 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
