Dentelle.

[polygraph]

DENTELLE
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AGE
Five

GENDER
Mare

PERSONALITY
Dentelle is a quiet mare. Not shy, but quiet. Her quiet nature derives from her mother, who was basically mute whenever she happened to be around. Elle articulates her emotions and thoughts more with body language, her gestures and expressions clearer than words ever could be. She only excites conversation when absolutely needed or addressed. Behind that quiet exterior is an interior hardened like a diamond and chiseled like Rembrandt had done so himself. Elle is more intelligent than she would ever lead on to be so and whenever she does speak it is only whenever her witty nature beckons her to set someone in their place. Her quick tongue often finds her alone with suits her nomadic disposition just fine. Notorious for her predatory being she is often the one you find uncomfortable to be around and being quieter than a church mouse she can slither in and out of another presence without immediate recognition.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Elle is built of the most formidable breeding intended by human hands. Heavy polish Arabian lines make her body svelte and powerful, capable of running for long distances. Limbs are slender with strong joints and taut sinew, barrel is deep and chest wide for an Arabian. Skull is slightly more dished, pertaining to some mixture of Egyptian also with the the paper thin nostrils to accompany such breeding. Though the oddest combination of them all is probably the exotic zebra striping that cover her body; evident to the cruel hand of fate humanity had dished upon her bodice. Though the most spectacular of her features happen to be the ice blue eyes that remain cold and hard within her skull, a defect from her obviously hybrid breeding. Predatory in her manner she seems to be stalking when she moves, not simply stepping where she pleases. She's passive with a voice as smooth and as dark as tinted glass and with eyes that pierce like shards of glass embedded into the skin. She speaks in riddles and rhymes when she speaks, never words, and has an conniving smirk toward whomever she comes across.

HISTORY
Dentelle wasn't born to any particularly caring people. She was born a lab experiment deciding whether a horse and a zebra could cross and what would be the specific outcome. They were a couple amateur scientists with a sense of morbid thought to their experiments and from the moment she was born her life was doomed. She was meant to be a guinea pig, a test subject and merely that. She was kept locked in a 14x14 box stall for years without the feeling of grass beneath her hooves or the smell of fresh air. her nostrils were fumigated with the scents of metal, chemicals, and humans twenty four seven. Right next to her was her mother, a chestnut hag with impeccable conformation she thankfully passed onto her daughter. Worn from giving birth so many times she died when Dentelle was three years old. She never ended up meeting her father. When the scientists were discovered and consequences for their crimes given the virtually wild, hot tempered equine ended up escaping through some unthoughtful hands of an rescuer who left a gate opened and kept running until she eventually ran out of steam and made it here. Currently attempting to find peace within herself she resides among these equines fully aware that they are still searching for the wonderful, brilliantly colored equine back where she had come from.