Post by ` star scream ♥ ~ on Aug 29, 2008 20:38:15 GMT -5
Name: Star Scream
Age: 4
Breed: Arabian
Height: 16 hands
Color: Black
Alliance: Dark
Personality: Scream has a very sexy but dangerous aura. She loves to lure stallions in with her sweet words and flawless body. After that, she likes to make them fall for her but will not catch them when they fall but rather let them fall to the ground and laugh as they cry at her feet. She likes to hide in the shadows and sneak up on unsuspecting equines. She hates other mares. She believes that shes the only mare that is not a w.hore. She thinks she is better than everyone. A secret about her is that she loves foals. She adores them. She has always wanted a foal. She is very flirty around stallions but she has never wanted a "mate" so to speak. They are usually just little flings then that little sweet relationship falls away. She likes to have big ranks in herds like queen or beta. She will not settle for being a herd mare or a slave. She doesn't put up with crap from other horses. She is very smart and strong. She is arrogant and sarcastic. When shes in a good mood, she'll be pretty nice but she'll still throw out arrogant and witty comments. Also, one more charming and sexy thing about her is that she has a beautiful Italian accent. Words always seem to just roll off of her tongue in a most beautiful way.
History: Well, I was born in a herd where only the mares got respect. I was the Queen and my sister was my beta. We only used stallions for slaves. I didn't like stallions at all. I didn't really like anyone. When I was out for a walk, I saw a really handsome stallion. He was wild eyed and he was so...well, I liked him alot. So I went up to speak to him. He flattered me and said he had a herd and I could be his queen. I said yes and left my all-mare herd. My sister came after me and saw me and that stallion with each other, obviously deeply in love. She noticed that I was pregnant with his foal. Then she got all the strongest mares in the herd and came after us. He stayed and fought them all off. He won, of course. He came back to me, badly injured. There were about 15 mares and then just him. He died from his injuries and now I am here. I hate stallions again because they are weak. He left me here in this world alone and now, what am I to do?
Example Post: Boring. Thats the word that was going through the russet brute's mind: BORING. There was only ugly wenches out here that only wished to be f**ked to death and kill the babies that the stallion so willingly gave her. The only mare that Sorath really cared about was Whisper. That beautiful flea bitten arab with sweet and innocent orbs. She was an east and Sorath was a west but he had no choice but to simply fall in love with her. What was it about her that made his heart beat out of his chest? Everything. She was perfect. He loved her so. He was a west, she was an east. He didn't care one bit. He didn't believe in actual "sides". Just because there is a west and an east that love each other doesn't exactly mean that they should be forbidden to love each other.
He shook those thoughts from his crania and looked around the moon kissed valley. No mares here caught his eye. All were ugly. Either they had a strange color, or their conformation was terrible. Sure, it was picky and cruel of him to judge a mare for what she looked like on the outside but maybe it was a form of love. He wished to breed almost every mare in his herd and he didn't wish to have the foal look hideous. But hey, who the f**k cared? He didn't HAVE to breed all the mares. He wasn't as interested in mares and breeding as much as most stallions were. He just had lots of other things to think about besides that. He also did not believe in keeping slaves. Those stupid brutes that raped mares until their insides bled. Disgusting. They didn't even deserve to to be called an equine. They gave the word a bad name. He believed that all equines were equals no matter who they were. Whether it be mare or stallion.
He was about to leave but something told him not to leave just yet. He eyed the valley with mysterious emerald eyes. His ebon forelock covered his whole face, making no one be able to read his emotions. He caught sight of a pretty mare. She was standing all by herself. Picking leaves off of her back when they landed on her. He smiled to himself and watched her for a moment. He began to walk toward her. As soon as he got in front of the vixen, he bowed his head low to the ground and began to speak in a deep, mysterious and calm voice that could make a mare melt. "Abyssus, dear vixen. My name is Sorath, spirit of the shadows. I wish to know the name that the gods have cursed upon your lovely frame" he said in a sophisticated manner. "Abyssus" meant "hello" in Latin. He learned a bit of Latin from his friends. he lifted his dial, revealing his mysterious green orbs. He shot her a sweet smile and waited for an answer.
Picture: www.flickr.com/photos/jimni/2496886411/sizes/o/
Age: 4
Breed: Arabian
Height: 16 hands
Color: Black
Alliance: Dark
Personality: Scream has a very sexy but dangerous aura. She loves to lure stallions in with her sweet words and flawless body. After that, she likes to make them fall for her but will not catch them when they fall but rather let them fall to the ground and laugh as they cry at her feet. She likes to hide in the shadows and sneak up on unsuspecting equines. She hates other mares. She believes that shes the only mare that is not a w.hore. She thinks she is better than everyone. A secret about her is that she loves foals. She adores them. She has always wanted a foal. She is very flirty around stallions but she has never wanted a "mate" so to speak. They are usually just little flings then that little sweet relationship falls away. She likes to have big ranks in herds like queen or beta. She will not settle for being a herd mare or a slave. She doesn't put up with crap from other horses. She is very smart and strong. She is arrogant and sarcastic. When shes in a good mood, she'll be pretty nice but she'll still throw out arrogant and witty comments. Also, one more charming and sexy thing about her is that she has a beautiful Italian accent. Words always seem to just roll off of her tongue in a most beautiful way.
History: Well, I was born in a herd where only the mares got respect. I was the Queen and my sister was my beta. We only used stallions for slaves. I didn't like stallions at all. I didn't really like anyone. When I was out for a walk, I saw a really handsome stallion. He was wild eyed and he was so...well, I liked him alot. So I went up to speak to him. He flattered me and said he had a herd and I could be his queen. I said yes and left my all-mare herd. My sister came after me and saw me and that stallion with each other, obviously deeply in love. She noticed that I was pregnant with his foal. Then she got all the strongest mares in the herd and came after us. He stayed and fought them all off. He won, of course. He came back to me, badly injured. There were about 15 mares and then just him. He died from his injuries and now I am here. I hate stallions again because they are weak. He left me here in this world alone and now, what am I to do?
Example Post: Boring. Thats the word that was going through the russet brute's mind: BORING. There was only ugly wenches out here that only wished to be f**ked to death and kill the babies that the stallion so willingly gave her. The only mare that Sorath really cared about was Whisper. That beautiful flea bitten arab with sweet and innocent orbs. She was an east and Sorath was a west but he had no choice but to simply fall in love with her. What was it about her that made his heart beat out of his chest? Everything. She was perfect. He loved her so. He was a west, she was an east. He didn't care one bit. He didn't believe in actual "sides". Just because there is a west and an east that love each other doesn't exactly mean that they should be forbidden to love each other.
He shook those thoughts from his crania and looked around the moon kissed valley. No mares here caught his eye. All were ugly. Either they had a strange color, or their conformation was terrible. Sure, it was picky and cruel of him to judge a mare for what she looked like on the outside but maybe it was a form of love. He wished to breed almost every mare in his herd and he didn't wish to have the foal look hideous. But hey, who the f**k cared? He didn't HAVE to breed all the mares. He wasn't as interested in mares and breeding as much as most stallions were. He just had lots of other things to think about besides that. He also did not believe in keeping slaves. Those stupid brutes that raped mares until their insides bled. Disgusting. They didn't even deserve to to be called an equine. They gave the word a bad name. He believed that all equines were equals no matter who they were. Whether it be mare or stallion.
He was about to leave but something told him not to leave just yet. He eyed the valley with mysterious emerald eyes. His ebon forelock covered his whole face, making no one be able to read his emotions. He caught sight of a pretty mare. She was standing all by herself. Picking leaves off of her back when they landed on her. He smiled to himself and watched her for a moment. He began to walk toward her. As soon as he got in front of the vixen, he bowed his head low to the ground and began to speak in a deep, mysterious and calm voice that could make a mare melt. "Abyssus, dear vixen. My name is Sorath, spirit of the shadows. I wish to know the name that the gods have cursed upon your lovely frame" he said in a sophisticated manner. "Abyssus" meant "hello" in Latin. He learned a bit of Latin from his friends. he lifted his dial, revealing his mysterious green orbs. He shot her a sweet smile and waited for an answer.
Picture: www.flickr.com/photos/jimni/2496886411/sizes/o/
