Tenera, the Soothing Whisper Within the Dire Tempest Ivory
Italic #94C8F5
Latin; tender
There have been a great deal many to challenge the title of fairest soul within the Weyrd, but an argument can scant be had concerning this Ivory's claim to the title. Of course, if approached with such a metaphorical trophy she would turn it down vehemently and with passion. She carries herself with an air of regalia that at first glance could be seen as her being pretentious because of her Weyrd imposed importance and the power of her species. However, at a further inspection past the stern atmosphere she bears, this Ivory is merely strong where others are not. If she were a Queen or Empress of time's old dynasties, she would be one that was looked back upon with fond memories, her rule being one of benevolence, an uplifted age with patience and a soft guiding hand. Surely, kindness is not a soft spoken whisper in the back of one's mind, but rather is a loud, clear spoken individual who guards against the weak and seeks to curb the wicked. Smiting is reserved for more darker hearts than she.
Her body is indeed lean and quite the picturesque vision of femininity. Slight though her legs may be, her chest is large and allows her stamina where other more fleet-footed of her kind lack. Her coat is that of a dappled grey, with the darker coloration and spots more apparent along her shoulders and haunches. Her mane and tail hair is dark, lightening out toward their tips. Her horn is the typical for that of her rank, made of out peerless bone that curves back to a sharp hook at her tip as she ages. Her height is medium for that of her rank and she is not particularly striking with muscles to show off her bodily strength.
Latin; tender
There have been a great deal many to challenge the title of fairest soul within the Weyrd, but an argument can scant be had concerning this Ivory's claim to the title. Of course, if approached with such a metaphorical trophy she would turn it down vehemently and with passion. She carries herself with an air of regalia that at first glance could be seen as her being pretentious because of her Weyrd imposed importance and the power of her species. However, at a further inspection past the stern atmosphere she bears, this Ivory is merely strong where others are not. If she were a Queen or Empress of time's old dynasties, she would be one that was looked back upon with fond memories, her rule being one of benevolence, an uplifted age with patience and a soft guiding hand. Surely, kindness is not a soft spoken whisper in the back of one's mind, but rather is a loud, clear spoken individual who guards against the weak and seeks to curb the wicked. Smiting is reserved for more darker hearts than she.
Her body is indeed lean and quite the picturesque vision of femininity. Slight though her legs may be, her chest is large and allows her stamina where other more fleet-footed of her kind lack. Her coat is that of a dappled grey, with the darker coloration and spots more apparent along her shoulders and haunches. Her mane and tail hair is dark, lightening out toward their tips. Her horn is the typical for that of her rank, made of out peerless bone that curves back to a sharp hook at her tip as she ages. Her height is medium for that of her rank and she is not particularly striking with muscles to show off her bodily strength.