He never misses a degree;
Obedient to her eye,
He comes just so far toward the town,
Just so far goes away.
Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand,
And mine the distant sea,—
Obedient to the least command
Thine eyes impose on me.
--Emily Dickinson
Maichirona's braided hair of darkest aubergine spills down her upper back and onto her lower back and withers. Her lips and eyes are also violet against mottled, bruised-looking skin of blue, green, and yellow; and long arms extend down to tapered fingers, a filigree chain wrapped tightly around her left wrist.
Her upper body is covered with a bodice woven from luminescent thread - white, violet, and a vivid blue all merging together so that it's difficult to see where one color ends and another begins. The bodice is loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough to reveal the curve of Chirona's waist, her full breasts peeking out above a heart-shaped neckline.
A Y-shaped pendant nestles into her cleavage. Attached to it, and wound around her neck, is an elaborate neck ornament that gleams an odd purplish-blue color in the light. If touched, the necklace and pendant may begin to writhe and twist, fashioned as they are from her lover's tentacles embedded into her skin.
The dark fur on her bare equine body gleams in the light. Her aubergine tail hangs down past her forelocks, grazing the shiny black tops of her hooves.
Flat optical ribbons are braided into her hair and tail, dozens of thin bands that weave in and out and curl around her purple tresses. They cycle through several display modes at random, sometimes each displaying a different color with moving glitters or stripes, sometimes fractal patterns that move up and down through their mathematical range. Other times they act in unison, each ribbon operating as a discrete segment of a larger virtual display that shows any number of scenes. You might catch a view of white cetapods swimming in formation off UpBeach or people in their finery pattern-dancing in Top, the sweaty center of a Bottom orgy or a boisterous mech-music performance at The Tude, a view from the top of the Cube Tree or a floor-level camshot of the Transit Nexus, or something else entirely.
Anyone bothering to cross-reference a scene with the infonet might be surprised to find that some of them seem to be recordings of actual events, and some are actually displayed live as they happen. If you watch long enough, you might even see yourself.
A bracelet of sorts is wound around her left arm. This is an exquisite piece of jewelry, carved from some peculiar kind of peculiar translucent golden amber shot through with purple speckles. The filigree is three parallel rows of interlocking hexagons; close inspection reveals that the way the links embrace is simply not possible in three dimensions. The speckles, too have a peculiar property: the closer you look at them, the further apart they seem, as if the space in between them magnifies to match your perception. The general consistency of the material is slightly rubbery and it's long enough that it could stretch between all four of Maichirona's hooves, if only she had a nice quad of ankle cuffs. *giggle* Where did that silly idea come fr6m?
Maichirona can still (just barely) remember a nightmarish past in StrangeWarp, a time spent as sex slave to the whims of her maniacal Creator. More recent memories now exist of a blissful time in service to an equally whimsical but mostly-benevolent spirit sister, celiel. Maichirona's abduction and subsequent release of Kehari? helped to expurge some of her demons as well, guided as she was by her ponysister most of the way.
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She's being reprogrammed by Reverend Daisyslut, which may result in some oddities. Maichirona is currently (perpetually?) in transition.
She's found much happiness with her girlfriend, Kehari?. Their connection has resulted in Maichirona becoming very close to Untitled and playmates with Kehari's pet, sabina.
Frostbyte is a good friend.
Eli is both friend and lover, or Besax as he's calling himself these days. Maichirona has given herself to him, body, mind, and soul; and although there are those who might call it a fool's bargain, she's blissfully happy--for now.
She's less skittish, more confident than she used to be. She still shies away from StrangeWarp and its denizens though, viewing the warp itself as a reminder of a past that she still seeks to overcome.
Mai's a nice girl, kinda skittish, but from what little I know of her, that's understandable. Once she's figured out that she's safe, and that she has control of her life now, she'll settle down I think. --Aeysh
Blip became a duplicate of Mai, Mai described how Blip would feel as Mai, resulting in:
Blip says, "I felt like I didn't want to burden anyone. I felt like the part of me that is Strange has to be denied. I both have to be myself, and not be myself -- to grow from my past and hide from it. I'm denied both peace and wisdom." It seems to be reciting this to itself more than just repeating what Maichirona says, which is odd.
Maichirona stares at Blip, her brow furrowing. "Yes," she says finally. "That's it exactly."
Blip nods and listens. "This is not a bad thing to feel. I like being tender to my friends. I like feeling horny from watching Frosti and sabina. I like ripping teeth into Rinzen. Sometimes I am like to just run full speed in a field. I like to feel. I like myself, I think. I like being me. Why can't I accept me, then, if I like being me?" It looks [ confused ] and rolls over accordingly to that new mental state.
Maichirona shrugs. "Too many bad memories, maybe," she says softly, her smile not meeting her eyes.
Ooh my little pretty one, sexy one. When you gonna give me some time, Maichirona? Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off the line Maichirona Never gonna stop, give it up, let your hooves clop Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger box kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M Mai Chirona...
Come a little closer huh, feel our hearts top. Close enough to look in my eyes, Maichirona. Keeping it a mystery gets to me Running down the length of my whys, Maichirona Never gonna stop, don't bolt, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger box kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M Mai Chirona...
When you gonna come back, give it back to me. Panachronic time, matter this matter Maichirona Is it just destiny, for you three? Or is it just a game to you, Maichirona? Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger box kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M Mai Chirona...
--graffiti found by the Ballard Memorial Freeway in a collection of rust-free vehicles arranged as if sitting around a fire
I adore your fair flecked skin, your far-away gaze, your lustful lips and fingertips, the smooth curve of your flanks, the heave of your bosom as we writhe in passion, your velvet-lined mind which is so accomodating to my thoughts. I adore you.
--Besax
Maichirona's character journal can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/maichirona.