Iron Maiden Siren

Name| Iron Maiden Siren
Nickname| Siren
Race| Equine
Gender| Mare
Breed| Arabian x Thoroughbred
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Height| 17HH
Color| Almost Pure White
Mane/Tail| Blood red falling in long waves, mane reaches her forearm one strand is a single thick dreadlock. Her tail too almost touches the ground.
Markings| Only visible during dusk or dark light, Siren has an appearing red set of tiger stripes running the length of her right hindleg.
Purchased Items| n/a

Mother|
Father| Sarasoma
Siblings|

Personality| Describe me? How can one describe when I am constantly changing? My mood excels to my vile songs, I speak is rasp, a cold yet enticing tune to those who dare listen. I boast my name along with yours, a lustful mare if you will. From my appearance and cold exterior, my heart however is not under lock and key. Empty and open. A black pit for meaningless Stags to explore and attempt to break. Few may say I am odd, kleptomania scars my pandora. To the colour red to be exact. Flowers usually are my picking. They soothe the raging temper which constantly seems to loom around me, them and the sea. I hold a great love for the sea, such a pleasant place to watch equines drown walk.

Likes|

• The Sea, lagoons, swamps
  
• Mares
  
• Riddles
  

Dislikes|

• Shy Equines
  
• Honour
  
• Show offs
  

History| Born as no more than a normal foal in a normal harem. Lowest of the low; rankings for a young. Siren hated it. She wanted respect, rank, those to know her name. She drove herself almost to melt down with power-hungry sadistic thoughts, then it clicked. She flaunted her ghostly frame to the stags of the heard, drawing the eye she gave a lustful watch to them all. The single lead; the king. A devilish man with an evil mind, oh yes. He was perfect. The filly grew as she matured to the age of 3. The time came as the males battled it out to win the hearts of adoring maidens. Wining her was not the lead, but his son. An ebony beast, skilled and feral born as a reckless young.

The two were inseparable, it was him; Xander. Who introduced the mare to the golden grains and rolling waves, and it was there he would die. A walk under the moon lead the pair to stray from the safe terrain, aimlessly pacing to the stormy beach. Calling him over, Siren admired the merciful flash of lightning and harsh glass rain. Her body arched over the cliff edge, her crown soother the neck of her mate with gentle movements. A teasing touch; teeth bared she nipped him with an impulsive movement… sending him over the edge. Panic, fear, why did he fall she questioned? She was only playing. Heartbroken yet ecstatic with sadistic thoughts, Siren fled the heard to live alone.
Taking residence upon a cavern, stagnant water hung as an emerald lagoon inside formed a heated cave. It was heaven, warm, dark, full of evil. It was there stayed for months upon months, unleashing a beast of herself unable to control.