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Lapis is a horse shrouded in mystery - and revels in it. The origins of her birth are unknown, some say that she was formed and given life by the gods, others claim she crawled straight out of the pits of hell. She does not hold a family, nor any kin in Aquaria, having arrived so many years ago that she's become something of a legend. There is no horse alive outside of Valyria of herd Lunara who can even remember the day she arrived. Lapis serves no creature, and follows no rules. She exists on the outskirts of the herd's territory, content with her isolation. Though many have tried in the past, no horse now would dare question her status in the herds, earning begrudging respect - and maybe even a little bit of fear.

Lapis is something of an oracle. She was gifted the ability to look through time, able to focus on points within, whether past or present. She can swim through the memories of civilizations long forgotten, or travel to a future beyond everything any horse knows. When asked about receiving this gift, however, Lapis will only tell you that she stole time itself from the gods. Lapis cares not for the concerns of others, having lived so many generations in a heartbeat, that individual faces and shapes mean little to her. She is only interested in involving herself in the plights of others when there's a benefit to her, unphazed when leaders far and wide come begging for answers. She is not a villain in this way, for she doens't want to see the world's destruction, only indifferent, and a bit selfish. Its hard to care when faces blur together, and countless horses past have refused to listen to her advice.

Lapis in attitude is cocky, and beyond arrogant. She maintains a smugness about her that can grate at even the most patient horse's nerves. She speaks in low, hushed tones, words always dragged out, as if she could taste each one. She enjoys riddles, and loves a challenge even more. She is often seen lost in time, floating aimlessly as she walks paths unknown. Lapis is not immortal, but she is able to bend time to her will, allowing herself to maintain her youth. Though she will never admit it, paths through time are occasionally locked to her. As if the gods were fighting back, shrouding the most ancient secrets in mysetery. She spends her time trying to clear the mist, frustrated in her lack of sight.