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 Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:24 pm
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Angeetia's Story
.:Angeetia:.
You can only hang around in the background before you begin to fade into nothingness...
Angeetia was born a normal mare, no shadows and such, she had been a plain mare but was none the less considered a normal mare. She was severely shy and in turn drew no attention to herself. She hung back in the shadows content to live her life through watching others live there lives. Though life wasn't so grand passing on like a shadow she watched as young foals grew to young adults. One day an odd looking man lured her to his side and gave her attention that she had come to believe she had no need of. He was a man that played in the dark magics, or black magics. One night as she traveled with him she lay resting next to a small campfire he did something that altered his own form and because she'd become so close to him his alteration also altered her. He shifted into a shadow form of himself and that is how Angeetia became a shadow pony.
Though Angeetia did not quite realize that the man had done this to her, no in fact she lost most all memory of the man upon waking to find her new form overcome with shadows. Such a severe change in her form created an alternate personality so to speak. Angeetia nearly went insane with a sudden loss of who she was where she was and how she got there, her sanity nearly snapped right then and there, as a result subconsciously she created an alternate persona that was in a sense linked with the shadows, that preserved Angeetia's sanity on a small level. Though she thinks the shadows talk to her, but it's really her alternate persona, that is typically talking to her in her head but can at times leak through her own voice to seem as if they really are talking.
Shortly after the alteration Angeetia found within herself a deep hatred of regular soquili. She blamed them and their neglect of her for her alteration. They allowed her to be forgotten and drift into shadows. She harbors no ill will toward foal of any kind. Forgetting that in her life before the shadows she didn't mind being just in the background.
In her lofty Mountain home Angeetia came across a Cursed Skinwalker, He went by the name of Einar. She saw in him a toy, and wicked and twisted game laying in wait. Together they destroyed humans, leaving those alive an empty shell of who they once were. However this game ended very badly. She ended up pregnant without realizing what would come. She had birthed two baskets, precious little monsters bred from her and Einar's destructive ways. Only these babies were no monsters but young little fillies, pure an innocent at the start. Oozeing with the shadows that came from Angeetia. She had payed no mind to them, they were little concern to her true they were her children but they were no fun as toys at all. They were just there till the day that Einar returned to see them out of their baskets. Strong young fillies that they were, was not enough for her precious kitty. He had disowned them from the start, even attacked the smaller or the two, because she had to throw a fit, but what mattered was that he left her, her only toy that had survived her games decided her unfit. She was thrown off guard by his reaction and set off leaving her own daughter alone in her mountain home. The bigger filly had set off to prove Einar wrong.
Who would have thought a large barbaric looking stallion would pull her back, reign in her insanity. Not her in the least. Wandering lost without a purpose in life Angeetia had alienated her daughters and found no reason to be alive, till one day she came across a stallion doing something odd. Out of curiosity she had approached, little did she know he was too change her life in a dramatic way. Jentzerlok the Warlok Troll from Azeroth became her traveling companion. (Too be filled in more)
After some time Angeetia managed to slip away from the troll. One night in a drunken haze she found herself with foal once more. This time with a stallion much better for her. With Terrance Chamberland they raised their three beautiful children as a family. Aloof and apart most of the time she was still there keeping her children forever in her sight. Even though she never understood the concept of the family she felt warm deep inside when she was around them. As they grew older she began to sense a small hollow feeling. They were different from her earlier children. They began to drift away from her in their older age and eventually drifted off to do their own thing. With their distance Angeetia herself began to drift with the shadows.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:52 pm
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