Legends ofAmarna

Warning! The anathema is here.

The doctrine that poisoned the souls of many, that wrought blood against blood, life against life. Aspasia has not been the same, nor will it ever be. As history fades into legend, and legend into myth, so too are the whispers of peace that had once brought each of the races together in harmony. As such a time faded into history, so does the chaos grow - the resentment that breeds loathing - that brings about war.

With the world pitted against each other, each race, equines, canines, and felines taking sides, the question is, which side will you choose?

Quest Offline

speciesFriesian Mix
dewdrops 276dd


  • breed Friesian Mix
  • height 16.3hh
  • eye color Blue
Standing at 16.3hh Quest is not short or overly tall, she stands average, smaller than her sire but just a bit taller than her mother. Having a friesian build she is a tad bit heavier than most though she is still fit and you can see her muscles when she moves. Her mane and tail are quite long, mane reaching past her shoulders and her tail laying at least a foot behind her. Her body consists of multiple colors, grey, black, white, blue and a peachy orange color. The blue sitting on her rump. Her face is mostly white with some grey around her eyes. She hasn’t wings behind her ears that are black and white.
Human Form
  • height 5'6"
Quest is pale white in human form. keeping her long black locks though that fall well below the waste, shiny and silky as well. Still having her big light blue eyes as well. Quest has a fit figure though not overly thin by any means. Also has her red scar on her shoulder that was burned into her at a younge age. At only 5’6” she looks quite a bit smaller than her shifted form. Her nose is small, like a cute button nose, lips are not huge but not tiny either just in between. Her hands are dainty though rarely seen from all the gathering she does.


Quest is generally a happy being, having her bouts of cuteness. When she doesn’t know how to do something she normally attempts it in an adorable and clueless way. Trying to bring happiness to the world, she is always willing and ready to help others. Seeing everyone as an equal and potential friend, despite who they are or their past. Her one set back is her past. Quest has a terrible time trusting others, even when they have given her no reason to doubt. the trauma and abuse she endeared as a little one haunts her still. Requiring a lot of patience from others, the friendship is worth it in the end. If trust is broken, it will take a very long time to get it back. She never forgets ones who hurt her. Lashing out is not something she does, rather just walking away and not looking back. Loving to remain optimistic about the world though and hopes to one day find her forever home and family. She also loves mushrooms.


Quest was born in a different land, one where war was imminent. Many species were involved, it was a war against all the species, all wanted to win, and none would have mercy on another. Her Mother and Father were unable to take care of her during these times, and took her to a place with a good reputation. It was overseen by a tall mare, Bisera. She seemed nice, and took good care of Quest and the other foals that were dropped into her clutches. It was a large place, with lands that stretched on for miles. Mountains surrounding the valley, one an active volcano that would surprise them, time and time again, reminding them who truly ruled the land. It wasn't long after Quest arrived that she began to receive different treatment than the other foals. All seeming to happen when her true colors began to show, and wings became apparent on her head. The different treatment wasn't nice, beginning to being treated like an outsider, one who didn't belong. Her room became a closet, with concrete floor, no warmth of another. She was pulled away from all her friends and thrown into solitude. The bad treatment didn't come from the other foals for a while, until they grew and became brainwashed by the adults. The verbal abuse she endeared began to turn into physical abuse. Quest was alone, at every turn, she was kicked, reprimanded. It never stopped. When she turned one, the abuse turned into brutal whips, anytime she spoke when she wasn't suppose to, anytime she went somewhere she wasn't suppose to. She would be hauled off by another only to be returned to her closet with lacerations on her back and legs. Quest didn't know what to do any longer, the thought of going to the mountains and ending her life sounded better than living like this anymore. The next few days of Planning her eternal escape, another filly came in. Her name was Naevia and she was different like herselfHer little fluffy tail already started showing signs on different colors, nubs on her head that were out of the norm. It wasn't long until she started receiving the same treatment. It was during this month that Another stallion began working there. Dimitur, He was different, and showed love in his heart for quest and Naevia. It was a platonic love, he was Six years old at this time, quest barely getting past her first birthday and Naevia still barely three months. One night she finally got thrown into Quests closet, after a beating she had clearly endured. Quest ran to the small fragile filly and wrapped herself around her shaking body. The fear she once knew had turned to hate that night. Telling Naevia the places to hide, where she could go, and how to stay out of others way. She was figuring out a plan to get them out. She went to the mountains the next day, being sure to leave Naevia in a safe spot she knew about. Dimitur joined her, they had been trying to figure out a way to get Naevia and the two of them out without being seen. What the two of them had failed to seen was the mountain they decided to climb this day. The ground rumbled beneath their hooves, as it began to give wild bursts of shakes. The two taken by surprise , the ground seemed to come alive and carried Dimitur down the mountainside. Tumbling as he went, Quest watched in horror before everything went black. A tree had side swiped her head while she was watching the only who could help her fall away. After hours she finally awoke, her body surrounded by lava, though it did not burn, she didn't even notice her scars were gone, she was completely healed from something or someone. Frantically she got up. Looking around she saw the forest on fire, lava spreading slowly down into the valley. Lighting began to crack in the sky, gasping she began to speed down the mountain. Stopping suddenly when she spots Dimitur trying to climb back up to her. Calling to him, they both manage to sneak back into the house. Finding Naevia was easy as she where Quest had left her. All three managed to make it out of the house, though the battle was not over. Quests eyes grew as the glow of the lava and fire reflected from them. It was then that another who worked their attempted to grab Naevia, as he yelled at Quest and Dimitur, telling him that he was going to kill him. Quest began to panick and yell back. She felt a rage she had never felt before. Hooves stomped the ground, suddenly a blast of fire came from within her. It hit the one trying to stop them and the ground close to the house that suddenly consumed the area quickly in flames. The three fled to the mountains finding a small cave. Quest settled in Naevia for a night. It was their that clouds gathered, lighting came down faster, winds blew hard. Quest watched and listened as the screams of everyone she knew entered her ears. She smiled, as she listened and watched. That was the night her pure heart, was tainted by the darkness.




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