Post by Roden on Dec 18, 2006 17:22:38 GMT -5
name Lust
age 3 years
gender mare
alliance dark
appearance A tall, slender frame forms this young equine. Her skin is thin and clings tightly to her weakly built bodice. Her pelt is based in a snowy white, while patches of dark black throw off its flawless pattern. And yet, there is still an undeniable beauty about her. Eyes of bright blue guide her through this harsh world, their chilling presence making her a bit more unique than before.
Stringy muscles, barely noticeable, hold together her skin and bones. She is more or less like a corpse, a thin sheet of skin covering her weak and fragile bones. And though lights look upon her with pity, darks find her beautiful, one of a kind, and worthy to carry on their blood- be it her wish or not to mother a colt for them. Alas, it would not be the first time for dear Lust.
personality Lust is a haunted soul, her past heavily effecting her outlook on life. Due to her numerous encounters with controlling darks, she has become very very obeying to their wishes. Though she does have a mind of her own, she puts aside her wishes for whatever the stallion in question wishes of her. And though many a mare have attempted to reach her and bring her poor soul back to the light- none have even come close to succeeding. In fact, many of them were slaughtered by the stallion that owned her- afraid of losing such an obidient and beautiful mare such as her.
She has a fear of stallions, mainly of the dark. And yet, her obidence toward them is also due to her belief that mares are less superior to the male gender- not just fear. Her mind is weak, and she is easily tricked and made to believe in the dark and twisted. She is the mare that everyone talks about as a slave. And, to be honest, that is what she has always ended up to be. A slave. Putty in the hands of a dark stallion.
*picture -pokes icon-
*other [history] Lust was born into a small family group- far from any other horses. Or so she thought. She was actually born into the bloodline of the greatest Northern King known to any equine, kept isolated for her own good. She was born with the name Maya, but that would change. Maya, Sahitan, Chenoa, and Hunter's Arrow were the most tight knit family ever.. right? No, but they sure did trick little Maya into thinking that. Arrow, her grandfather, was the retired leader of the Northern Herds. Her father, Sahitan, was the current leader.
Dahitan was a sick minded stallion. He had taken over most of the east and west, as some of the south during his rule. He was brutal, demanding, fierce, and sick. His sickness, however, was one of the mind. The enormous Shire had the mind of a sexist, but to a wild extreme- you could say. When he was five he began to hunt for the perfect slave. A slave to bear him a son and be, well, "putty in his hands". The mare he decided on was . A cruel mare, yet with a beauty matched by none. To this day 'Maya' does not know of such a majestic creature as her mother was. She was more or less captured by followers- and then . She had no choice but to stay with her new mate after that- she couldn't raise a filly in the harsh Northern Lands alone.
However, Sahitan had had no intentions of raising a /filly/ . He was disgusted by the weak female young he had brought into this world. In a bind rage one night, he had aimed to kill Maya. But, he failed. For, somewhere in the cruel heart of Chenoa, she found pity for her daughter. She fought against Sahitan. Maybe it was because she was an Arabian and he a shire, but she was no match for him. He killed his mate that night.
Maya, being so young, soaked up her father's story like a sponge in water when he explained his actions. "She was sick, Maya, darling. She would have hurt you. But don't worry now, I will keep you safe."
She lived in peace with her father and grandfather, mourning for weeks with the death of Hunter's Arrow. Her father grew older as time went on- as did little Maya. Yet, with age comes sickness. More sickness of the mind. That is what Maya believed was the cause of her father's next shocking actions. She would have never thought that this deed had been planned ahead. Sahitan let slip that, daughter or not, she would birth him a son. She was the only living horse to bear her mother's beauty- and only such beauty would suffice. Disgusted, horrified, she ran.
And what luck that the first horse she found would save her. A young roan Clydesdale, by the name of Apollo, found her and comforted her. They became friends, and soon she had fallen head over heels in love. Refusing to think that he too could be planning something, she listened to what he told her. "Maya, lead your father south. To main valley, I will meet you there. I must fight him, Maya, I must kill him- and save you."
She did as she was told, fleeing from her father until she reached main valley. "MAYA! GET BACK HERE!" he roared as she fled toward crowds of horses- the Northern Herds, all of herd. She spotted Apollo, and instantly sped past him. Sahitan attempted to follow but Apollo reared up in a challenge- and the fight was on.. Blinded by his sickness, Sahitan was killed.
Apollo became the new lead of the Northern Herds, and as Maya skipped over to him to join him in his new rank she would have never thought what happened next was the ending of the plan Apollo had created. His eyes were no longer warm, but cold. "You, Maya, are now mine. You will follow every thing I ask of you from now on. Starting now, your name shall be Lust. And you shall birth me a son, Lust. To continue our bloodline." She was shocked, but fell under his controlling gaze in an instant and nodded.
A small while later, she was bred and birthed him a son. But, with time a new stallion took over the heard. A blood bay rogue by the name of Rajar came and killed Apollo in the night, as well as her son. It wasn't long before Rejar became aware of what he now held control over. Lust was even more obeying to Rejar, and she became his toy. His plaything, in a most sickening way. She was his official slave, and soon he talked her into having him a son. "Lust" he said. "It is your place to carry me a son now, do you understand?". Her eyes formed tears as she pleaded with him. "No, please, don't make me.." But he held firm and she gave in. "Yes.."
However, her second child was not a male. It was a female. And Rejar, disgusted with Lust, chased her from the land. She pleaded to stay, this being her only home, but she was banished and now has arrived here.. Alone and vulnerable, like always.
age 3 years
gender mare
alliance dark
appearance A tall, slender frame forms this young equine. Her skin is thin and clings tightly to her weakly built bodice. Her pelt is based in a snowy white, while patches of dark black throw off its flawless pattern. And yet, there is still an undeniable beauty about her. Eyes of bright blue guide her through this harsh world, their chilling presence making her a bit more unique than before.
Stringy muscles, barely noticeable, hold together her skin and bones. She is more or less like a corpse, a thin sheet of skin covering her weak and fragile bones. And though lights look upon her with pity, darks find her beautiful, one of a kind, and worthy to carry on their blood- be it her wish or not to mother a colt for them. Alas, it would not be the first time for dear Lust.
personality Lust is a haunted soul, her past heavily effecting her outlook on life. Due to her numerous encounters with controlling darks, she has become very very obeying to their wishes. Though she does have a mind of her own, she puts aside her wishes for whatever the stallion in question wishes of her. And though many a mare have attempted to reach her and bring her poor soul back to the light- none have even come close to succeeding. In fact, many of them were slaughtered by the stallion that owned her- afraid of losing such an obidient and beautiful mare such as her.
She has a fear of stallions, mainly of the dark. And yet, her obidence toward them is also due to her belief that mares are less superior to the male gender- not just fear. Her mind is weak, and she is easily tricked and made to believe in the dark and twisted. She is the mare that everyone talks about as a slave. And, to be honest, that is what she has always ended up to be. A slave. Putty in the hands of a dark stallion.
*picture -pokes icon-
*other [history] Lust was born into a small family group- far from any other horses. Or so she thought. She was actually born into the bloodline of the greatest Northern King known to any equine, kept isolated for her own good. She was born with the name Maya, but that would change. Maya, Sahitan, Chenoa, and Hunter's Arrow were the most tight knit family ever.. right? No, but they sure did trick little Maya into thinking that. Arrow, her grandfather, was the retired leader of the Northern Herds. Her father, Sahitan, was the current leader.
Dahitan was a sick minded stallion. He had taken over most of the east and west, as some of the south during his rule. He was brutal, demanding, fierce, and sick. His sickness, however, was one of the mind. The enormous Shire had the mind of a sexist, but to a wild extreme- you could say. When he was five he began to hunt for the perfect slave. A slave to bear him a son and be, well, "putty in his hands". The mare he decided on was . A cruel mare, yet with a beauty matched by none. To this day 'Maya' does not know of such a majestic creature as her mother was. She was more or less captured by followers- and then . She had no choice but to stay with her new mate after that- she couldn't raise a filly in the harsh Northern Lands alone.
However, Sahitan had had no intentions of raising a /filly/ . He was disgusted by the weak female young he had brought into this world. In a bind rage one night, he had aimed to kill Maya. But, he failed. For, somewhere in the cruel heart of Chenoa, she found pity for her daughter. She fought against Sahitan. Maybe it was because she was an Arabian and he a shire, but she was no match for him. He killed his mate that night.
Maya, being so young, soaked up her father's story like a sponge in water when he explained his actions. "She was sick, Maya, darling. She would have hurt you. But don't worry now, I will keep you safe."
She lived in peace with her father and grandfather, mourning for weeks with the death of Hunter's Arrow. Her father grew older as time went on- as did little Maya. Yet, with age comes sickness. More sickness of the mind. That is what Maya believed was the cause of her father's next shocking actions. She would have never thought that this deed had been planned ahead. Sahitan let slip that, daughter or not, she would birth him a son. She was the only living horse to bear her mother's beauty- and only such beauty would suffice. Disgusted, horrified, she ran.
And what luck that the first horse she found would save her. A young roan Clydesdale, by the name of Apollo, found her and comforted her. They became friends, and soon she had fallen head over heels in love. Refusing to think that he too could be planning something, she listened to what he told her. "Maya, lead your father south. To main valley, I will meet you there. I must fight him, Maya, I must kill him- and save you."
She did as she was told, fleeing from her father until she reached main valley. "MAYA! GET BACK HERE!" he roared as she fled toward crowds of horses- the Northern Herds, all of herd. She spotted Apollo, and instantly sped past him. Sahitan attempted to follow but Apollo reared up in a challenge- and the fight was on.. Blinded by his sickness, Sahitan was killed.
Apollo became the new lead of the Northern Herds, and as Maya skipped over to him to join him in his new rank she would have never thought what happened next was the ending of the plan Apollo had created. His eyes were no longer warm, but cold. "You, Maya, are now mine. You will follow every thing I ask of you from now on. Starting now, your name shall be Lust. And you shall birth me a son, Lust. To continue our bloodline." She was shocked, but fell under his controlling gaze in an instant and nodded.
A small while later, she was bred and birthed him a son. But, with time a new stallion took over the heard. A blood bay rogue by the name of Rajar came and killed Apollo in the night, as well as her son. It wasn't long before Rejar became aware of what he now held control over. Lust was even more obeying to Rejar, and she became his toy. His plaything, in a most sickening way. She was his official slave, and soon he talked her into having him a son. "Lust" he said. "It is your place to carry me a son now, do you understand?". Her eyes formed tears as she pleaded with him. "No, please, don't make me.." But he held firm and she gave in. "Yes.."
However, her second child was not a male. It was a female. And Rejar, disgusted with Lust, chased her from the land. She pleaded to stay, this being her only home, but she was banished and now has arrived here.. Alone and vulnerable, like always.
