Name: Rahnya (RAH-nye-ah)
Date Found: March 30, 2009
Colorist: Imp
Obtained: Story Telling Contest
Roleplay Color: Dark Red Gender: Female
Breed: Storyteller (edited normal)
Temper: Mysterious
Lifemate: Abdiel Agreement:
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History:
'A story is alive, as you and I are. I am a storyteller, like my mother before me and hers before her. These things I know. I am the keeper of many secrets, cursed to wander alone to find those who are lost. They call us Contadora, and we are the guardians of forgotten knowledge. Did you truly believe that what you had been told was all there is to know? '
Rahnya's mother was Contadora. Her mother had not been born in this place, and fear of such a one proved to be too strong. Always shying away from herds, Rahnya grew up alone. Her mother had with her a small wooden trunk, of which contains several lengths of cloth. Woven in the cloth so finely are stories waiting to be told. And this was the true storytellers art. Not the telling of a story, which anyone may do, but deciphering the tale that was woven in the cloth. She was told by a wise elder that she would give birth to the greatest storyteller yet, which will come at a great sacrifice.
Her mother had disappeared while she was still a foal, but one conversation stood out loud and clear in Rahnya's mind.
'Being yourself is enough. You are not the same as they are, and they can neither forgive nor forget it.'
' So they will never like me.'
'I cannot say what another will or will not do. No one can.'
'Then I will learn to live without them!'
'Do you think that such a thing is possible?'
This being one of the earliest memories, she took it to heart. The foals from a herd they were living with grew up and started to become mean and unruly. They would tell her she was cursed, and that she should leave before they all were. On such a fateful day, she woke up to silence. Running through the whole land she realized, her mother was gone. None from the herd had seen her, or barely remembered who she was. Running far away, she performed a small ritual that she observed the elders doing one night. She that would be enough to break the curse on the herd that had befallen her. She ran off into the dark night, knowing she could never return.
Since then Rahnya has been wandering the desert as a nomad. Believing she is cursed, she refuses to stay too long in one place. She couldn't bear the heartbreak of loosing her mother, and she was convinced it was a disease that could be spread.
Breedings:
1. Open
2. Open
3. Open
