Post by Moon Princess on Jun 14, 2009 4:27:32 GMT -5
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temptress of the sea
I have seen 7 winters go by
I am allied to the dark side
I stand 15.1 hands tall
I was born a mare
I have nothing in the way of scars or tattoos
I am of brumby breeding
What I find amusing is luring stallions to their deaths. I find it a most exhilarating sport, watching the stallions forget about reality in their quest to capture me, one of the most alluring mares around. Breaking hearts is also something I love doing. I have to break at least one heart every week. It’s like drugs to me. To see a stallion pining over me, ignoring his own herd and children, is quite a hilarious thing. For me, anyways. Not sure how other people feel, but, then again, I care not. I do not consider other people’s feelings at all. Many have labelled me as unforgiving, but I couldn’t care less about what people call me.
I have a coat that shines in the moonlight, the palest cream. Because of my coat many have dubbed me the “Moonlight She-Devil”, or “Pale Temptress”. I don’t mind either of those names. They fit me well, and I have no qualms over it. My banners are a shade lighter than my coat. My orbs are a deep dark turquoise colour, so dark they’re almost black. My daggers are are tinged a slight red from all the blood that has soaked them. I often join in with my father when he kills the hapless stallion. A slim build, but I can hold the weight of a stallion as well as I play my game.
I found stallion tempting the best sport when I was around one. So many of those little colts fought one another over me, and one even got lamed for life. But my sire did not care for those less-than-fortunate colts. Instead, he found me a useful tool in his quest to destroy the Lights and Neutrals. He trained me to seduce brutes and lead them away from their herds, often on a wild goose chase, and them father would move in, take the mares and fillies he liked, killed the stallions and colts, them leave the mares he didn’t want to other stallions. Then he would find me and the unfortunate brute, and kill the dazed stallion. I found it all quite amusing. When my father died, I was five. I decided to leave the herd and seek amusement elsewhere. In my travels, I would often play with a stallion’s heart, breaking it when I left. Even now, at the age of 7, which was past my prime years, I still attracted stallions north, south, east and west. I once had twin boys by a stallion, but I killed them. One, I could not have two little brats following me everywhere, and two, I only wanted fillies I could train to be like me.
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Made it myself, by the way XD And I give myself permission to use it here =P [/center][/color]
