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Phaeton

Created on a full moon by the absent Lady, Briena Erani Skysong, this stallion wanders the MV's Wing City and Surrounding areas, still searching for his missing creator.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by BrienaSkysong

Description

  • Name: Phaeton or "Dóiteáin-Eitilt" ("Fire-Fly)
  • Gender: Male
  • Age: Five Years since his creation.
  • Alignment: Lawful Good
  • Race|Species: Equine - Horse
  • Breed|Subspecies: Serenian Destrier - Fire Elemental - Holy Elemental
  • Height: 18.hh - 72 inches at the withers
  • Weight: 1200lbs



His build is that of a tall warmblood stallion; long legged, muscular, with a thick crest and neck. His haunches are powerful, made for athletic propulsion and swift charges, as much as for refined movements and controlled collection. A fine, sloping shoulder ties in well with a deep chest and wide girth, aiding in a large heart and lungs, while his elegant, powerful neck arches gracefully from chest and withers to a refined throat latch. His back is short, well muscled, and strong, capable of carrying heavy riders in heavy armor, as well as armor of his own, had he ever been a war horse. His tail is set high, much like our Arabians, the hairs long, flowing like a silken banner.

This warmblood-type build shifts to an elegantly refined head, resembling the Arabians of our world. The dished profile is less pronounced than the Egyptian breed of our world, the bridge of the nose straighter. His muzzle is refined, nostrils large and wide for optimum air intake. His dark eyes are large, bright with an otherworldly intelligence. Delicately curved ears sit atop his poll, often pricked with alert intensity.

His legs are straight, well formed, and strong, leading to solid hooves kept in good condition by his never ceasing wandering of the land around Wing City and the roads within.

Finally, to his coloring. Phaeton is a fiery red chestnut, with no markings to shatter the color. However the color isn't unwavering all over his form. The majority of his form is a rich, auburn red. The color darkens to near black around the soft parts of his face; his eyes, muzzle, nose, were the hairs thin out to his dark skin. The color lightens to a light copper as it sweeps down his legs, the lightest color banding the coronets; the point in contact with his hooves. The hooves themselves, with no white markings to cover them, are a dark, solid, earthen brown.

His mane, forelock, and thick tail are a bright, rich coppery auburn red, close to his coat color, but perhaps a few shades darker, interspersed with dark brown and black hairs. Both mane and forelock are long, the forelock's longest hairs brushing his nose, and the longest sections of his mane draping over his shoulder in thick waves. His tail is much the same, the tips of the hairs brushing his fetlocks when his tail is relaxed, flicking at his hocks when raised and excited. During summers, when flies are at their worst, this tail is almost never still.

During winter, his bright coat grows dull and shaggy to ward off cold, and during rains, his shaggy winter coat tends to clump into tufts and channels for rain to flow down, leaving his skin dry and insulated.

Lastly, his eyes are generally a rich, chocolate brown. Long coppery lashes shade the dark orbs.

Secondary Form | Fire Elemental

So begins...

Phaeton's Story

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Phaeton reared with a bugle, then burst into hot, white, holy flames. His mane blazed, his coat burning, glowing. Darkness was no match, and to touch him as the dark energy touched him now was to encounter true, terrifying pain.

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Phaeton reared again, then bolted after the Demon. The stallion moved like wildfire, leaving glowing hoofprints in his wake. He planted himself by Briena's side, ears flat to his head.

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Phaeton The fiery chestnut stallion's hooves clipped upon the pavement outside the Tavern door as he made his solitary way toward the door. As he reached it, he lowered his head and butted the door open. Once the door was wide open, he squeezed through.

Phaeton looked around at the room with the usual equine curiosity one would expect to see from a healthy, hot-blooded stallion of his caliber. Ah, but back to business. He was searching. Searching for one thing in particular... His creator, though a nice filly would be good, too.

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Phaeton flashed his tail across his flanks and snorted. His Creator was not there. With a low snorting nicker, he maneuvered himself around and squeezed back out through the door. So much for that mission. No Briena, and not a single horse filly in sight. Hmph.

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Phaeton sighs

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Phaeton poked his large head in through the door and gave a ringing whinny. He could smell his creator strongly! Her Blood. A loud bugle erupted from the stallion's nose. He reared up and pawed the door madly. She was in there! She was hurt! Briena was hurt, he just knew it!

What he didn't know, was that she was just fine now, thanks to the quick help of Quark and Nero. Alive, and elsewhere. The door, meanwhile, was not so good.

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Phaeton screamed with his mind. "Briena!? Briena!?" No answer. His deep voice was enraged. "If someone is hurting you, I shall crush their head upon the floor, I swear it!" He whirled and gave the door a last might kick. The door went flying into the room, and hit the other wall, splintering. He whirled again with that eerie battle scream of an enraged stallion, and charged into the Tavern, hooves leaving glowing and smoking hoof prints on the wood floor.

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Phaeton rose to his hind hooves as a man came for his head. His wild eyes flashed defiantly, and his chestnut body, almost as red as Briena's hair, flickered with holy fire. White hot. Any Demon nearby would likely feel a growing sense of unease at the stallion's presence. "Where is she!?" He yelled at the man, Nero,(Poor fellow) "Where is Briena?!" His mind was wild with protective rage.

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Phaeton 's ears twitched. He started to relax. The fire went to a dull, yet lively glow in his eyes, and his coat stopped flickering. "Oh..." His ears went a little droopy, to the sides as he noted the mess he had made of the Tavern. The great horse was actually embarrassed. "My apologies..."

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Phaeton gave that equine huff. "Briena Created me."

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Phaeton smiled. "I was not but a drawing upon parchment. She drew me."

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Phaeton looked at the man. "She is weak. The moderate spells exhaust her. She made me on a rare moment. A full moon flux of her power. She does not know how powerful she truly is.

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Phaeton looked at the man again. "You should drink her blood. Your voice sounds... Oh." His great head ducked. He suddenly understood. Then his fire ears pirked. Briena could help.

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