Doom, the Swamp Crone

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Name:DoomShadow
NickName:Doom
Age:~Dead~
Possition:Healer Teacher
Coat:Green
Mane/tail:Pale Green
Eyes:One pale blue the other milky white
Disposition:Caring, helpful, kind
Family:Grandson; Ash Shaytan
Pet:Lenna the female black widow Spider
Mate status:Single

Greetings. I am DoomShadow, but more commonly known as Doom. I am the seerer of the swamps. Because of my foresight, my bretherin once shun me and left me to my own mechinations. So my only salvation was the swamps of the Haunted Woods. Below you will see the travels of my life...and death for yes, I am no longer of the living, and herein is why...

~Intro~

Walking slowly through the night was a glowing mare...or it appeared as such. Her body seemed almost an illusion, the form parcailly transparent and giving off a ghostly green glow. Long pale locks of mink danced around her body in a breeze that was not there. Her deep emerald body moved listlessly as it flickered and jumped in the real winds. Twisted gray horn from the many years she'd wandered the earth peirced through her forelock, and pale, milky eyes, that in life had been blind, wandered about slowly through the darkness. A brown leather bag lay around her neck, which appeared the most solid of her body at this time, and she gave a listless flick of her tail, tiny curled wings hoovering over her shoulders.


A Life Alone....

This is the story of my life. One where I was often shun and forgotten. Let us begin....
To start, I have always had a skill for divination. A way of knowing the coming events of my own, and the others around me. In this I should have known from the start what would happen, but saddly, often those who see all are the most blind. My daughter, Alara, a beautiful white mare, mated a dark and sinester herd leader named Lou Shaytan. His heart was as black as his soul, but somehow my daughter saw something in him that I never did. They bore a foal, granting me my grandson Ash Shaytan. But all was not well. The greed and need of power of Lou was too great. He ran his herd like a war state; and Ash was his head officier. One evening, after Ash had been commissioned to a terrible deed by his father, he returned and vowed to end his fathers reign. The two battle for hours till younge Ash was tossed to the wayside. He was banished for his audasity, and his closest minions punished severly. I myself tried to plead with the leader, but he wouldn't hear my words, so I bid farewell to my grandson. It was only a year later, that Lou had desided it wise to begin asking me what may lie in his path to ease his rule over the lands he possesed. At first I was not object to this idea. It seemed wise of him. But soon, the visions began to grow darker. Till one eve, I saw a sign; it told me the Leader would perish in battle the very next day. When I told him this, he sent me off in a rage, claiming me as a fraud and a conspiritor. Of course the entire herd heard his speech, and thus I was shun to the quieter portions of the area till, as he called it, "My inner eye could clear." Well, just as my mind predicted, the very next day our lord was slaine. This would have been all well and good, being as he'd ruled the herd so baddly, yet they were still loyal to him. Somehow it got into their heads that I must have had something to do with the death, and in a majority rule, I was banished as my grandson had been. I bid farewell once more, this time to my sweet daughter, and never have I seen her sence. In my desperate search for cover, I took shelter in the Haunted Woods Swamps. This is where I spent much of my life, making a living through what meager meals I could earn off of those who would come to me seeking aid. Then one day, a swamp cat moved into my lands and drove me away. I found myself collasped from weary on a beach. When my eyes opened I found a golden stallion above me, looking quite more pekid than myself. He passed out at my feet, and being trained as a healer, as I was, I tended his infected wound. In return, he brought me with him to his herd, and it is here I have remained ever sence.


Death of a Dear Friend, Birth of a New Leader....

From within the depths of a beach side cave, a milky orb flashed open. A decrept, elderly mare opened her foggy eyes and gazed placidly at the walls about her. "I am needed..." she whispered and her old bones creeked as she rose. Her wings, mormally too destroyed to carry her, opened, and as her gray hooves touched the sands, they lifted her into the air. She seemed more like flouting, than flying, but none the less was carried onward towards the place she had so resently left.

A journey that had taken days seemed over in a matter of minutes, and soon she was soaring over the snow covered lands of the mountains. Then, she spotted it; atop an outcroping lay a half frozen body. Her hooves touched the snow and her muzzle cleared the ice from the figure and low and behold, below was Lilly. A proud Demon-like Mare, once mighty leader of The Sundry Herd. With tear stained eyes, the old mare knelt and began to speak to the corpse.
"My whole life I was shun. Called, demon, witch, and betrayer, for this power I hold within me. But you, you welcomed me willingly into your "Family" and never thought twice of my past. I foresaw your death, Dear Leader, and at that momment I knew. So long I'd searched for a purpose, and now it is found. My purpose in life, was to give it to you..." she sighed, and her eyes gently closed. Her twisted gray horn touched the forehead of the fallen, and a sweet light emonated. When the glow had fadded, there were not two forms, but three. One was the fallen form of the old green mare, her body cold with death. But also the form of an elegant white mare, replacing the body of the demonesk one. Her eyes opened and she looked about stunned. Not only had the old mare given her life, but released the true soul from within as well, now in the form of the beautiful Luna. And finally, a mirrow of the deceased nag. The being of Doom, only now, her body was transparent and wisped with the wind. Though she had died, her soul remained. She was forever tied to Luna, and would stay by her side. A warm smile held the spirit's face. "Come my Leader," she spoke, "Your herd awaits...."


Life After Death

~pending~

~Friends, Family and Healers~

*Family*

Ash: My grandson. Though it pains me, I'm begining to wonder if the damage to his heart and soul are perminent...he hates the world and just about everything in it. He's driven me away, my love Durindana, even his own love, Lukabell. I don't know what he seeks, and truth be told I don't think he know's either, I can only hope he finds it before he's lost forever in his torment...
*Healers*

Shyla: This is one of my very talented apprentices. She is a very sweet dear, and very dedicated to her work. Not to mention incredibly gifted. When she and her family first came to the herd, I was pleased to find the wonderful new additions, and at her request to be healer, I was thrilled.
Shylay: This is my new student. She's a bit over zealous, but very sweet, and wants so much to do well. I'm very proud of how she has come along, and I feel she may have great potential with a bit of practice. I can't wait to see what this mare has in store for the future.


Departed Souls

The souls of the departed have been called many names, but to distinguish between them can often be a challenge. So I shall make it a bit clearer...The four main catigories are Ghost, Poltraguist, Spirit, and Phantom.
Ghost: A ghost is one who does not know they are dead. Weither they refuse to exept it, or simply are unaware, they, as wandering souls, continue their daily lives like normal, completely obliveous to all around them...
Poltraguist: This is one who has died, and knows it, but due to passing during a fury, pain or other inhanced emotion, can not rest in peace. They are often violent, and resentful towards the living in compisation for their suffering.
Spirit: A Spirit is one who is dead, but is still tied to the living realm by something, or someone. One who cannot pass on due to a link to something, or a desire unmet. They know they are dead, but stay always in search of that missing peace to their once lives...
Phantom: And a Phantom is one who, know's they are gone, has no ties to speak of, but remaines none the less. Often simply for the reason of not desireing to move on. Or simply the lack of interest in the afterlife. But unlike the poltriguest, they are not normally violent, but can be myscheiveious none the less.

Update! I have resently descovered yet another form of lost soul.
Zombie: A zombie is a soul who has died, but has yet to leave their body behind, and chooses instead to carry it along with them on their endless treak through the neither regions. They seem the most connected to the living world of all the lost souls and there for are the most self aware, they know how they died, when, and often are still familar with ones they knew in life.

So as you can see, there are many differences and all have a name. I have become a Spirit as it were, for I am forever tied to Luna. This, and the fact that my last reletive, one Ash Shaytan, is still wandering about as well, and I feel he still needs me, though saddly he two had passed into the world of the dead with myself...

~Adopted~