Dark Mare

Today was a new day, a new day in White Tail Woods and as everypony gathered at the chapel. Dark Mare could smell the dew in the crisp morning air. She beat her matted tail into the ground and began walking the gravel path to the cults place of worship, hearing the hall be filled with the sound of galloping hooves.

At the podium Dark Mare could spy her father, he stood with his head up high; adorned in a long silk robe that trailed behind his flank. “Well aren’t you just fancy today?” She chuckled to herself and smiled at his equally comforting look toward her.

“Only the best for our queen of course,” Onyx Moon shook out his mane; lifting up the back of the robes train to dust it off.

Dark Mare watches as a centipede with nearly a thousand legs scurried up the bottom of the robe, a expression of disgust spreading onto her face. She quickly stomped the critter out, watching as its guts spewed out and stained the silk train. Her father took no time to snap at his daughter, stomping his hooves against the ground ,”we’ll look at what you’ve done! My robe is ruined, I just washed it this morning. The ceremony is about to start and this happens? Take it now and clean it in the river down stream before I tick!”

Tears quickly came to her eyes, she never could handle being yelled at but she quickly took the robe on her back and ran out to the forest. Finding the stream as soon as she could; Dark Mare nearly drowned the silk in the water. Dirtying it even more in the streams muddy gravel.

She tried to scrub out as much centipede innards as she could, but the stain just spread. ‘Dear chrysalis! I better run home to the chapel soon; dad might tan my flank if I’m not careful!’

Her thoughts rushed as the muddy marks came out of the silk, Dark Mare decided this was good enough and dried it the best she could; shaking it in the air with her magic. Galloping on home now, she arrived at the foot of the chapel. But everything seemed different, it was oddly quiet as she watched her once beloved home turn into a little shanty town.

“Father?” Opening the doors Dark Mare was met with an empty church, broken windows and boarded up doors in the hall.

She dropped the robe at the foot of the pedestal, searching behind it for the Testament of Chrysalis. She did find it after a few minutes; but the pages were tattered and torn. It was soaked with muddy rain water that had seeped in from the sinking roof.

Dark Mare began crying again, where had everypony gone? Where was her father, her sister and her mother? “This can’t be happening!” She choked back her tears, deciding it was now her duty to carry on her fathers legacy. It’s what Onyx Moon would’ve wanted.

Now slipping on the stained silk robe, she left with the testament in hoof. Wherever it brought her, shall they serve her well.

She Is Abrasive With A Whole Lot Of Wit, Dark Mare Also Has A Lack Of Empathy And Takes Pride In Her Intellect.

Height: 4ft, 8in.

Weight: 215lbs.

Species: Unicorn.

Fur color/length: Dark Lilac Fur; Which Is Very Short.

Eye Color: Murky Yellow/Gold.

Mane Color/Style/length: Dark Mane’s Hair Is Dark Purple, It’s Very Oily And Stringy; It Drapes On Her Back And Shoulders Like A Wet Rag While Under Her Robes. The Same Goes For Her Tail Except It Is Matted And Drags Behind Her, Disheveled And Strung With Grime.

Cutie Mark/Special Talent: Her Only Talent Is Worshipping Her Queen, Her Cutie Mark Is Identical To Each And Every Other Pony In The Cult. It Pictures A Crescent Moon Under A Fleur-De-Lis Style Cross; By Interpretation This Signifies What They Do In The Night.

Haven’t Roleplayed With Dark Mare Yet, I Look Foward To It Though.