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Euryale Calantha

RankPathfinder
LevelOne
ClassSorcerer
Gender & HeightMare, 16.1hh
Age & Season3 Winter ❅
Crystals100  ✦
WriterIvy, 12 posts

Appearance

it is her moon timewhen there's iron in the air
"—the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like a religion, like the way you look at me."
Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away

when you drink poison; you drink her in. she smells of luxury. the smoky undertone of whiskey and intimate nights. dark, sensual caramel drips over jasmine sambac, honeysuckle & wisteria. fluid, sweet, intoxicating; a sultry and deliberate fragrance, drying down to a heady aftertaste of amber and sandalwood. of pampered flesh, oriental silk, and absolute, bewitching femininity. a floral memory, both sweet and addictive, eurayle leaves a silky impression, that begs yet for more. she, the wild rose. smouldering, beneath the desert sun; bathed in sweet ruination and the guilty conscious of innocence lost.

ghoulish & destructive, our devilish valkyrie embodies, rage. a physical manifestation of, wrath. our carmine archangel, painting such savage portrait, by heaven's design; imperial baroque pinto, pintoarabian & spanish mustang ancestry, gives euryale calantha her wild, feral beauty. she has a light draft build, both rough & sinous. accentuated by feathery legs & long, untamed fur. her flesh is smouldering. blood bay against soft, dappled curves. a lush, syrupy wine that hugs her body, with sanguinary decadence. dominantly crimson, then drenched in overo splashes of harlequin ivory.

the lines of her svelte body - full-bodied & toned - drips of venomous angles. viperous, near predatory. smoothed by shadowy, buxom curves and their serpentine anatomy. she coils with fervent abandon. sways; as if, lucifer. an alluring serpent, in the garden of eden. with the mere curving of her fang-filled lips, and the sensual fluttering of lashes, euryale calantha haunts - feeds - the wandering gaze. she uses her beauty to her advantage. even the scars upon her backside do not stave the allure; rather, they remain hidden beneath tattoos. a mystery till one peels silk fabric from flesh.

as bloodied ivory, belts the minx's lithe waistline; she becomes a striking illusion of vermillion & porcelain. like pale powder, alabaster slinks beneath her toned flanks, gliding over smooth, feminine thighs. her milky underside glistens, wet with pearlesque marble; whilst her backside, in their shapely, silken curve, runs down in warm cascades of scarlet. marred, only by a thin blade of porcelain, that rests, web-like, & delicately behind her arachnid nape. ermine powders her bosom, shoulderblades, and the arch of her neckline with their chaotic symmetry. her hooves are pale, their porcelain stretching upward, curling around supple calves. fitted against feline thighs, in all their carnality. luscious, our devil-minded succubus ebbs of sensuality. her gait is fluid, as lithe and eternal as the live serpents inked across her backside and right thigh. when she moves, her snakes move with her - breathing, beneath bare skin; as though truly, alive, themselves.

long, dishevelled tresses frame euryale's graceful build. tendrils fold around the gorgon's body. their ethereal stands, drip about the sculpt of her neck and shoulders; how they pool to the floor in a sweet, rhythmic caress. sweeping against her flesh in phantom softness, a dusky lilac veil. before reddish-mauve, unfurls above obsidian. unkempt, swarthy curls that descend in inky torrents. they tumble hellward. flowing down the witch's spine; those soft, ghastly strands folding back into the sea of darkness that is her unruly mane. tendrils of lilac, flow down the bridge of her wolven profile. how they frame an exquisite face; daunting, mesmeric lines sculpted in the soft romance of venetian artistry.

her features more mustang, than any other breed, inherited. she sports neither the fine, dished face nor the large eyes of a pintoarabian. rather, euryale is very vulpine in appearance. her eyes are svelte, in their narrowed glare. lids darkened, heavily lashed in khol. with her foxy, aquiline nose, how easily one might savour her femininity. her cranium is delicately shaped, blended in mongrel ways. fangs curve from her sensual mouth, they further accentuate her wickedness. sharp, pearl incisors that fill the edge of her lips; whether a kiss, or bite - they leave a mark on the receiver.

Her long hair is often tied by a translucent, silk ribbon; sometimes loosely pulled backward to settle across her nape, in sultry folds of grey-azure. A flowing jade-green gown, lined by soft, ethereal ribbons, shall spill, airily, around her svelte torso. these chiffon ribbons, twist like writhing eels around her legs; they will be known to move around her in a grey-blue mist. tied to her emotions, and this is when she is feeling content or sensual. those around her may feel the cool, sensual mist, but it is ever soft & transparent; a lingering caress, feather-light; a barely-there dress; if anything at all.

Personality

it is her moon timewhen there's iron in the air
con: narcissistic. apathetic. rebellious. withdrawn. detached. maniacal. obsessive. devilish. feral. craving. sadistically playful. Prone to addiction & violence. pro: sensual. cunning. calculative. assertive. domineering. passionate. intoxicating. loyal. Refined. Graceful. Feminine. reclusive. tomboyish. sporty. huntswoman.
Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away
"she pins you to hotel doors - not a goddess anymore, but she still looks like religion in high heels. she kisses you godless. whispers, we dress like princesses to go out and kill kings."
she is the drug, you are the consumer. gorgon queen; her crimson shape, the ravishing spell. all full-bodied invitations of sensuality and dark allure. how she slakes her thirst upon the living. a vampiric maiden adorned of scarlet lace, and luxurious gold. her lips, drink with unbridled resolve. needing of control, as starved as she is for violence. goddess or servant. angel or devil. she gives - she takes. her body, becoming both sin & thirsty inclination. an unholy sanctuary, where your enslavement begins. an addictive syringe, laced in morphine. her kiss, the fervent rose ; a thorny vice. a lulling fever, made manifest. her ardent worship, will consume you. eurayle's intoxicating ways, bewitches those who dare yearn for her vampiric caress. she is unmoved, seraphic in her intent. an angel carved of marble; and barely, breathing. an unearthly pariah sewn in the fabic of carnality. parasitic. voracious. moved by one motive. to feed.

it is easy to admire her for her femininity. an alluring predator, her language is that of snake-like instinct. all scales, flickering tongue; touch, taste, devour. vulpine, feral; how effortlessly euryale breathes a dangerous sensuality. her very being is destructive. toxic. a seething poison, made to seduce & conquer wayward souls. filled with malevolent emotions, both passion & vengence courses her veins. the hellish minx is a well-mannered sociopath. emotionally vacant, Euryale gifts neither empathy nor patience; her demeanour very draconic. she is absent of warmth. her heart is cold to the touch. stoic, fore she finds no use the company of others. rather, she moves with a smooth, careless grace. a sepulchral witch, with an ethereal calm ever following. fleeting, haunting; a beautiful memory. an arachnid tendency to behave with possessiveness, makes euryale distrustful of others. she plays her games well. she raises the stakes high, yet never offers her heart.

HER BODY MOVES IN WAYS OF, FERAL LANGUAGE. HER SEDUCTION IS CRIMINAL INCENTIVE. SHE IS THE, BLACK WIDOW. across her voluptous hips, bear the PORCELAIN mark. the viper. SHARDS of bones. webs of ceramic white. OFFERING, BOTH THREAT & CARNAL DESIRE. the tattooed AFFILIATION, laces across the flesh of EURYALE'S slender, SUN-KISSED thigh. among their SKIN-ON-SKIN scripture, WRITE the devils; the SNAKES; the HEATHENs. SHE LOVES TO EMBRACE PREY WITHIN THE RAVENOUS ARMS, OF HER RAZORBLADE KISSES. THEY FILL HER UP. SHE BRINGS THEM DOWN. DOWN TO THE GROUND, WHERE WET LEAVES MAKE FOR COFFIN BEDS & sateen folds.

O, OUR EMPRESS, OUR DARK ANGEL, EURYALE CALANTA, HAS YET AN INSATIABLE APPETITE. A LUPINE THIRST, TO SLAKE & DRINK. CONSUME THE RESOLVE OF OTHERS, WHO had PROVED THEIR WEIGHT IN GOLD (IN SOUL). THE PARAMOURS. THE WAYWARD BEINGS. the powerful. KNEE DEEP IN BOTH SIN AND, TORTUROUS AFFLICTION. WHEN THE KILL IS MADE, IT IS SACRIFICED, DECOROUSLY. HELD IN TENDER ARDENCY TILL IT IS ABSORDED. LIKE THE DEADLY KISS OF A FEMALE SPIDER, PRESSED AGAINST THE BROKEN SKELETON. THE EMPTY SHELL OF HER MATE. IN THE FLUSH, WET CRIMSON FOLDS; WHERE BONES LAY STRETCHED AGAINST VISCERAL, CARCASSES. EURYALE, REACHING DEEP INSIDE; SO LOVED EATING THEIR HEARTS, BEST.

History

it is her moon timewhen there's iron in the air
familial: phorcys, ceto, stheno, medusa
acquaintances:
Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away

descended from delphic lineages, she hails from a cursed family. generation after hellward generation, veiled in cabalistic intent. they were the wolves of the north. an opportunistic & predatory band, whose theiving jaws conquered with ease. her immediate family were two younger sisters, and their malevolent dame. a dark-haired courtesan, known as ceto boleyn; a formidable priestess, with powers renown and reputations of cruel. euryale's childhood is remembered in broken fragments. she prefers to push her past deep down.

her daedalian fairytale, woven by violent beginnings and tragic ends. a forsaken memory; the threads of recognition, all smokes and mirrors, that yet haunts her past, present & future. she barely remembers the core of her childhood. nor her descent from grace. she cannot recall the face of her father, phorcys. a rugged warrior, who had left since the beginning of her birth. she only remembers her hatred of him. it is rumored that he had died in battle, and with it, his wealth and fortune.

Euryale is the prodigal daughter. the first born child to ceto. under her mother's wrathful ire, she grew to be a formidable young woman. sculpted by the wickedness of ceto's maternal bewitchment, euryale was taught to possess a malevolent heart. she learned after her mother's teachings, and indeed followed after her dame's jackal-hearted ways. indoctrination by hatred & revenge. she learns to be voracious. her body made into a weapon. to live as wolves live, and hunt among the pack, finding her place among the congregation, and thriving amongst the cursed royals; the powerful.

euryale distrusted men, and ceto despised their reigning lord. ever since phorcys had died, his twin brother, starvos, took arms with the most violent of ambitions. constant war reaped their lands. blood-shed covered the earth. souls lost to an endless, salivating fire with unquenchable thirsts. in an act of brutality, and suffering near defeat, starvos had lost his mind and took euryale's flesh. it was a savage affair, and one he payed with his life, as euryale slipped a blade across his throat the very same evening. she is the kinslayer. soon after, the citadel was stormed. euryale escaped, but her mother & sisters were captured as prisoners of war.

lost in the forest, euryale dwelt in isolation. soon after, she bore a still-born colt from her womb. she buried his body without any tears. ailing from wounds and malnourished, euryale had fainted. she only remembers waking up to the sound of whispers. a troupe of gyspies took her in, nursing her back to health. she stayed with them for several years, although she had become mute among them. after regaining her strength, she made to leave. it was not long after she stumbled on the lands of Rise.

in rise, euryale becomes the lycan queen of sylvestris. and rules for a couple of months, undisturbed; before succumbing to a mysterious, unknown illness. this illness turns her own obsessions against her. her ravings, her black magic, and all their becoming witchcraft. in an attempt to take his soul, she has lost hers instead. as the deranged shadows of her mind fully, consume her, she has lost her appetite for the crown. all that thirst & ambition driving her forward, till she falls upon the isle of novus. a mad ex-queen. holding on to the fabric of reality through dreams.

Arcana

Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away

These violent delights have violent ends.

o.1 Discipuli: in her beginning stages of aerokinesis, euryale has the ability to conjure light breezes, small gusts of wind; channeling her strength to create lesser ripples in the air, or manipulate currents at a moderate pace. she more or less can taste the air; foreseeing approaching storms, sensing its direction with raptorial ease. her magic at this level is delusive and fallible, however, requiring much concentration and focus; even then, the air she weilds is fleeting and more caressive than destructive.

o.2 Vexillum: EURYALE BECOMES FAMILIAR WITH THE MAGIC IN HER BLOOD, HARESSING GREATER CONTROL OF THE AIR ELEMENTAL; ALTHOUGH NOT ENTIRELY ADEPT AT Aiming for her targets, with great concentration, Euryale can harness a small whirlwind or zephyr in the hopes of sweeping targets aside. prolonged use of her aerokinesis is unheard of, impossible, however, as the overuse of her power can weaken her physically; causing migraines and blood to drip from the nose. so she will wield it with caution at this stage. her magic is enhanced when a hurricane/cyclone is near by.

o.3 Periti: euryale grows stronger; her accuracy becoming more and more pronounced, deadly. when she uses her magic, curtains of jade-blue, now billows from around and against her frame. the air breathes down her sides. snaking, and alive, as the mist-like air that trails her wake, now weaves about her, malevolently - they are serpentine and undulating, in nature. sensuous threads of blue, coming to life in violent sparks of hot-white light. their aerial blades slither across her body, ephemeral and reaching - they can be whipped and lashed forward if she so desires. no longer an aesthetic form of beauty, but a miniature squall that whips forth; bluefire, serenading both heart and soul. she can only strike down or block targets within her close proximity, lacking true range and control. around storms such as hurricanes and cyclones, however, her abilities become much more amplified.

o.4 Dominus: a true master, euryale has now completely perfected aerokinesis. INTUNE WITH THE VEHEMENT, TEMPERAMENTAL CYCLES OF AEROKINESIS, EURYALE CALANTHA - THE LILAC-HAIRED BANSHEE - WILL FEED OFF THE WRATHFUL ENERGIES OF THE AIR SHE MANIPULATES. CAPABLE OF HARNESSING EXTREME VIOLENCE FROM HURRICANES, TORNADOS, CYCLONES AND WHIRLWINDS. SHE CAN CONJURE HURRICANES FROM MERE BREATH, AND BLOCK OR MOVE OFFENSIVE OBJECTS BY BENDING AIR AROUND AND AGAINST THEM. SHE CAN SQUEEZE AIR FROM ONE'S LUNGS AND MAKE DEMISE OF BREATHING. EVERYTHING AT THIS STAGE is EXECUTED WITH LETHAL ACCURACY.

Ivy

Additional

Credits

Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away

♥ Photomanipulations by Euryalee
♥ Busts with black roses by Garsheen
♥ Profile Reference by Musonart
♥ Detailed busts by Firu-sozo
♥ Rearing with snakes by Naia-Art
♥ Pixel Blinking by Elegant-Tragedy
♥ Gothic maiden with Skull Crown by Charle2218
♥ Laying down signature by marnah
♥ Siren in the Cave by rhiaan
♥ Backgrounds from unsplash.com


─ she pins you to hotel doors, not a goddess anymore ─
but she still looks like religion in high heels; she kisses you, godless
whispers, we dress like princesses to go out and kill kings.


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