Liralen

     "The Unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea. She did not look anything like a horned horse, as unicorns are often pictured, being smaller and cloven-hoofed, and possessing that oldest, wildest grace that horses have never had, that deer have only in a shy, thin imitation and goats in dancing mockery. Her neck was long and slender, making her head seem smaller than it was, and the mane that fell almost to the middle of her back was as soft as dandelion fluff and as fine as cirrus. She had pointed ears and thin legs, with feathers of white hair at the ankles; and the long horn above her eyes shone and shivered with its own seashell light even in the deepest midnight." -- The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle

      A sylvan creature of pure moon-white. Cloudy tresses of snow-feather locks billow like star-casted nymph-tendrils about the lovely, curling horn 'pon forehead. Dark, endless, ephemeral sea-tinted occuli draw one into them. Movement akin to that which lies far beyond grace, step light and indistinguishable. Ancient, unearthly; cloud-tangle aura of age-old mystery and ethereal, unnameable beauty envelope the pale creature of moon-tide's homage. A seemingly frail, lovely beauty garbed now within a dainty schoolgirl's outfit, knee-socks and Mary Janes, as a joke. Billow of cloudy, silvery tresses about pale features, now and again masking dark, ephemeral orbs of unknown hue. Petite figure, moonwhite and shining, glowing as if from within -- an essence of celestial aura. Ivory, seashell horn tapers from pale forehead, glimmering like moonlight, even in the brightest sun or darkest midnight. Quiet, unnatural -- a beauty that cannot be named. Graceful movements, footfalls light, gentle. Otherworldly. Forever cursed to wander the earth enslaved - owned. Body, but never soul, never spirit. Reckless, wild, untamed, ruthless -- she believes her spirit for ever and unfailingly free, despite her body's enslavement. She refuses to give in; she keeps her countenance, she remains self-possessed. But now it has all changed. She fell in love and her master freed her. She stayed with her mate until he had to leave the land of Furcadia. Now, however, she's been sold back into slavery.

Age: 18-19

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Bisexual, but extremely submissive to females.
Also, has a preference for females. So girls, go right ahead. Sorry fellas. DD:

Kinks: RH Profile. Whisper-friendly. Also, ask about her angelic, feathered wings (the tris).

Hair: Long, flowing white

Eyes: Dark, sea-coloured

Occupation: Slave

Master: None (officially)

Mistress: Drasska Ranseur (officially)

History: Enslaved at young age; captured from homeland. Haunted by dreams of other-worlds.

Mate: None; not looking. Currently dating Kitetsu, however -- supposedly, anyway.

In the sea
The fish have learned to fly
On a moonlit night
On wings of silver
As the enchanted stars sail serenely by

Do they know
Where do unicorns go?
Where winged horses fly
Narwhales lost at sea
And never seen again

Go, go and ask the magpie
Where do unicorns go?

In the trees
the birds have learned to speak
Gaily colored, they keep their secrets
In a parade of clouds
Playing hide and seek

Do they know?
Where do unicorns go?
Where winged horses fly
Narwhales lost at sea
And never seen again

Does myth and mystery lie
Where the unicorns go?
"In the Sea," Jimmy Webb/America

      Liralen is, in actuality, a unicorn, a true unicorn -- a child of a race far older than the moon. But she does not know that she is a unicorn. In order to save herself as a young, young child, she morphed into the form of a feline. She had forgotten her past life, but now memory has played its magic and she has taken her half-true form: a unicorn girl. She fell in love and knows now what light is. She retains a unicorn's ethereal beauty. Illness touches not her heavenly body, nor can her flesh be marred by scars. She is ever-healed. A single touch of her horn purifies water, or any other poisoned substance, and can even heal others. Everything about her person consumes the soul, hypnotizes, and, indeed, enfolds, as a result of her miraculous, unearthly beauty. She will never die of old age -- she will live forever.

One other picture of Liralen, drawn by Momo-sama ( Momo-sama's DevArt Page ): Liralen

And here's another picture, graciously drawn by my good friend Sydney: Liralen, by Syd . Thanks Syd!

A special thanks goes out to Hugo Weaving, the artist of Liralen's portrait. Thank you, Hugo! You're such a dear. PS: Because "The Last Unicorn" rocks our socks off. o;

Incidentally, Hugo Weaving also drew this comic one night of Liralen getting owned by a tree: "Corn Horse," by Hugo Weaving . Thanks Hewgs!






Liralen's Small Dream: Liralen has now got a place of her own. It's not much, but it's home. Check it out if it's up: furc://liralen:perpetualwinter/ It can be found sometimes in the outskirts of FurN. Liralen lives in Perpetual Winter.



Please sign Liralen's Guestbook:The Book of Dreams


Wish List: Tri-wings and butterfly wings for life. Maybe a phoenix. Shameless Plug: I'm looking to trade my dragon (expires 11/25/2006) for a pair of bat wings for an alt of mine. If anyone's interested, whisper Liralen, please. Thank you!


All artwork is copyrighted to the artists. The Last Unicorn copyright 1968 Peter S. Beagle. "The Last Unicorn" film copyright 1982 Rankin & Bass.