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Build – Eudoxia is decently stocked and almost average in height. Her body is built by muscle that is well toned from many different terrains crossed throughout life. She stands at eighteen hands obtaining height from both mother and father, not towering all but not shorter than the average. Her face does display the roman nose attributes due to parts of her lineage but it is not extremely prominent.

• DAM: Warmblood x Warlander
• SIRE: Thoroughbred x Arabian x Andalusian

Coloring & Markings – Black at points and grey in others. Somewhat dappled but maybe even similar to wild roaning or leopard spots of black litter her rump… though closer to her neck they are like speckles and depending on the place they exist they even tend to lighten instead of being black. Paint markings coming from ancestral lineage. Her red also comes from ancestral ties on her mother’s side. Oddly enough she did not inherit any gold prominent coloring from her mother, as if that totally skipped her.

Notable Features – A two and a half foot singular dagger, horn, protrudes from the middle of her forehead between the eyes and slightly up. It is straight, without texture and strong as stone. The end is very sharp and upon even the slightest touch may cause pinpoint holes/pokes. Though when in use can be considered a deadly weapon, not able to slice without force but may easily stab and break skin without much force.

Her hair is often clean and tangle free but sometimes it is an absolute mess, these locks are pretty normal in length and sometimes she prefers to wear her hair in braids or buns to keep it out of her face.

SIRE: Lucien

DAM: Ktulu the Constrictor

ORIGIN: Caeleste

RESIDENCE: Uncharted

SEASON: Pre-Winter/Winter

CAELESTE.

Born to Ktulu and an absent sperm provider, Lucien. Originating in Caeleste during year five of the pre-winter season, a daughter of Hemanta. From birth, to childhood and into late adolescence Eudoxia spent her life living with the Sharad herd led by Actaeon. Seeking shelter from the outside beneath the canopy of trees and nestled deep with the dead that do not sleep.

She developed a very strong bond to her twin brother and over time solidified her love for her mother. The woman who raised her to be everything she will become, in time. Ktulu was, and will always be, the only soul Eudoxia will ever fall to no matter the circumstance.

As she crept upon adulthood Eudoxia wandered from Caeleste in order to create her own life. Leaving was extremely hard, emotionally exhausting is the best way to put it but she made way for her next life without saying goodbye to anyone. Leaving the hands of her mother to her twin and the world she lived in previously back to Hemanta's cold hooves.

In one day she wiped her slate completely clean. Starting anew.

smooth sailing from there.

Much of Eudoxia’s first year from Caeleste is rather uneventful. It can be noted that Rhaegon remained by her side and they spent quality bonding time together. Though she always felt alone she also felt whole in his presence. They traveled like vagabonds for a long time before she found the place she wanted to settle into.

north of Vansant river.

By structures alone you could tell this used to be a city of importance but by the aesthetic it now drowned in, this was a rundown place with lots of history. The streets were lined with beggars, taverns everywhere across the city, smell of sewage strong, rats running around stealing bread… but despite all the horror of the poor it was illuminated by the adventurous air.

And here is where Eudoxia made home for the next few years of her life. Serving the community as a tool for hire.

brothers & sisters in arms.

She had wandered into a random tavern that evening. Intentions unclear but her heart required bandages, and alcohol would warm the ice while simultaneously numbing the pain. As the hours passed her sobriety flew right out the open front doors. Most of the night is a blur in her memories but that night indeed changed the course of her life over the next several years.

Bonded by stories and persona, Frederick and Eudoxia formed a mercenary like group though their job details did not always require violence. A band of wayward souls that could be hired for anything desired. They recovered stolen jewels, caught escapees, eradicated monsters in the rivers, gathered supplies, babysat a few heathens and so much more. All for the glimmering money that put food in their bellies and alcoholic beverages that eased their heavy minds. It was at this time that their friendship grew. Creating a bond with someone she had not felt before. A true friendship that was supposed to last a lifetime.

A year into their new lifestyle Frederick crossed paths with a lad by the name of Íomhair. It is unclear the discussion they had but Frederick brought him back to their chosen tavern of the evening. And then it was the three of them and her darling Rhaegon for what felt like forever.

the death of Frederick.

The group received a request from a local. It was supposed to be a simple in and out job. No one was supposed to be home. In fact, the man who requested this was adamant in insisting that no one would be there. They had no need to worry.

“

We moved quietly through the forest. Not a word spoken between the three of us. All of us knew the task ahead. It was a simple request from a local, he only wanted us to retrieve his family's stolen ‘heirlooms’ and then gave us a time frame that he knew no one would be in the home.

But when Frederick walked through the door, he was attacked. Everything happened so quickly that my mind could not decipher what exactly was happening. At the sound of hooves breaking bone I pushed my body forward with my birth given horn aimed to pierce the assailant that had yet to pay I, nor Íomhair, attention. The aim was true. And as my horn tore through skin into the lungs before being ripped away I felt something deep inside of me begin to flame. Blood trickled down onto my forehead drying slowly to only be a red tint to my dark face.

The stranger buckled to his knees immediately. I had killed an innocent man defending his home all for my partner. When my eyes finally met Fredericks body I saw the damage done clearly. His wound was fatal. It could not be healed even if healers walked these lands. ‘A down horse is a dead horse’ continued to repeat in my head before I looked at Íomhair. Truth be told I don’t think I even saw the man, I think I looked right through him. I do not know what I needed from him but I think we both knew at that moment what the rest of this situation would turn into.

Neither of us said anything when Frederick called out, “Eudoxia, you know what has to be done”. He sounded so defeated I had never heard the man speak like that. My heart crumbled with the weight of this pain. Yes, I knew but I wished I had not known. When the sound of Íomhair’s hooves moving across the wooden floor reached my audits I turned to see where he was headed. It was not to us but yet away from us.

A small part of me felt rage watching him walk away from his partner in their last moments without saying a word. Yet another part of me understood why he would not wish to say goodbye or accept the course of these events. Instead of addressing him the way my mother would have, I was calm when speaking. “Íom,” my voice still firm and held together by adrenaline, “we cannot be tied to the death of this civilian, our employer needs to be taken care of.” My task this evening was to put our dear friend out of the coming misery. I figured the task of cleaning up loose ends was something Íomhair was capable of.

Upon his exit I looked back at my dear friend.

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Frederick and I chatted a while before we said our goodbyes. I will cherish his last words until the day I die. But I will also hold onto the death of a friend that I inflicted for the rest of my days.

That evening she returned to her rented loft. Ignoring Rhaegons plea to come to him on the outskirts of town, where he often remained and hunted the large outer realm. With her heavy heart scraping the floor she wept for the loss of her dearest friend. The loss she had to carry out was a burden she knew not how to hold. Tears rolled down her cheeks until sleep took her in its strong embrace.

week of heartbreak.

It had been three days since she last saw Íomhair, Eudoxia had assumed he was dealing with the casualty in his own way and worried not of his absence. That was until she could not feel the comfort of Rhaegon. It was a subtle change in her soul but when the bond finally shattered a piece of her heart turned black with decay.

Every attempt she made to reach the white dragon was met with silence and emptiness. The already grief stricken women covered much of the outskirts Rhaegon dwelled mostly in before coming to the realization that something was terribly wrong. He was gone.

Scouring the slum city Eudoxia asked every soul she came across if they had seen her dragon. Begging for any information she could get but her luck was running short. No one knew anything. And then Íomhair appeared. It seemed as though he came from thin air but no matter, she was glad to see a familiar face. Upon explaining that her dragon was missing she mentioned Íomhair should join her in her search but it seemed he had plans for a job that evening and could not assist. Disappointed but yet understanding of duty she went on without him.

UNCHARTED.

Eudoxia traveled through the hills and further up into the mountain side that evening. Stopping here and there to ask the odd few that lived in the middle of nowhere simple questions. One gentleman suggested the caverns to the East but warned of its eerie danger and the witches that were famed to live there. Despite his best caution attempt Eudoxia was set on these caves large enough to house a dragon. If it was true, their size, perhaps Rhaegon was so deep within the earth right now that is why she could not connect to him.

That evening as she made her way closer to the caves she stumbled across the path of Íomhair. He seemed a little off put by her face but yet remained calm and insisted that he was coming to find her. Coming to help her find Rhaegon. To find Íomhair all the way out here was only by chance. Neither of them were actually expecting to see each other this night. At least not for what they thought they were each supposed to be doing. Íomhair was supposed to be working a job. That was the reason he gave her when they had spoken previously. But it also had been a full day since so she supposed Íomhair would have had time to catch up to her by now. Therefore she thought nothing of his sudden arrival.

They marched on quietly before arriving at the great caves. Suppose neither of them had much to say in the first place. “You first,” Eudoxia teased Íomhair before walking in front of him and chuckling. It was a devious wrong comment but she needed to lighten the mood before walking into the unknown.

Both of them walked the tunnels. Some of them were lit with flames that never died. And the others were a dark abyss that they bravely, and stupidly, scaled. Until Eudoxia and Íomhair randomly appeared in a meadow.

It seems they were portaled into a whole new world.

Clairvoyance Of That Sought

Clairvoyance (/klɛərˈvɔɪəns/; from French clair meaning "clear" and voyance meaning "vision") is the claimed ability to gain information about an object, person, location, or physical event through extrasensory perception. Any person who is claimed to have such ability is said accordingly to be a clairvoyant (/klɛərˈvɔɪənt/) ("one who sees clearly").

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This painted maiden is capable of seeking out that which she wants. Mentally capable of finding things by an other worldly sense. Sometimes it comes to her in visions, small tidbits of pictures that may show her what she desires or it flashes together like a puzzle she must solve. Other times it is a feeling that will guide her in the direction of that which she seeks, often making it harder to find. Sometimes she will hear the voices and conversations that are happening around whatever she seeks. It is never certain how something will come to her. She can receive detailed deciphering if she has a strong mental connection toward that sought. An area that radiates trauma, or strong emotional ties, will often flood her mind with visions of what happened there and this is involuntary.

Requires:

• Concentration without interruption.

In order to successfully use her power at least one of the following is required:

• Has touched or seen that which is sought before.
• Has something that belongs to or with that which is being sought.

Some things have an extremely rare chance that she will make a connection and this includes:

• Trying to use a soul as a grounding to find another soul. It is rare that she can find someone through the acquaintance of another, however, if the soul sought is a lover of the ground soul the chances of connecting are higher.
• Representational connections are far and few between. It is extremely rare to be able to make a connection with what is sought just by something that may represent it.
  AKA, representational clairvoyance. Using objects, aesthetic or mocks.