Post by |Daybreak| on Sept 21, 2007 3:05:34 GMT
SILENCE;
is my most powerful scream
They dubbed me Daybreak
I have lived for 6 horrid years
I am molded to a mare
When my pelt is smothered in blood the buckskin coloration shines through. Accentuating my bald face.
My orbs watch you with black colors
The way my mind works; is a complicated one. If you want it simple, for those of you more dim-witted, I'm protective of myself and independent. Judgmental. Now, if you are curious about the more intimate folds of my heart, then do continue. You see, my life has shaped me. I believe that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. I'm not dead am I? Therefore, I have acquired great mental strength, my emotions are well-controlled and I haven't cried in years. I'm physically strong, battle wise after six long years of lonely survival. Independent as I am, I take no sympathy nor help from anyone else. If you get in my way, prepare to be pushed out of it. As a loner, I don't let anyone else push me around, in a herd, I must be top dog. Leader of the pack, as high as I can go. Not because I like to lead, but because I like to be respected. I'm judgemental a lot of the time during first impressions, making up my mind about someone before I get to know them, you know? Don't f.uck with me. Piss me off and you're going to regret it, I have the ability to hold a grudge for eternity, and revel in karma. You'll get what's coming to her; right smack in the face. If I could say them, brash words would come from my mouth, but of course...Ah well, you'll find out later I suppose. And I believe stallions and mares are completely equal, as far as strength and what not. Sometimes stallions are just not all-there, but hey. What can I say. they're stallions. Once you get past my guarded, protective nature, you'll find I'm extremely loyal. Friends and herd-members I befriend and trust are friends forever unless they betray my trust. My loyalty to the dark alliance is strong, any light in my path beware. I'm a ruthless killer when it comes to those I severely dislike. As far as love goes, I appreciate a stallion that respects me, but I live my life to the fullest, and if that means getting hurt every once in a while by falling in love...then so be it. Do not confuse this with being a s.lut. I am not so, I don't rub up against brutes like they are my little stripper pole, call me that and I'll hurt you. In private with those I love, I'm a very intimate creature, occasionally getting shy, but only on rare occasions. You trust me, and respect me, you'll get the same in return. Stab me in the back, you'll wish you hadn't.
My history that I have lived, unfortunately; has been a long and rough one. But as I said, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Got that right. Through the many trials of life, I've only become smarter, stronger. Let's start at the beginning then shall we? You could say I was born into one of those "dark of dark" herds. They're not all it's cracked up to be, just like everyone else, except they have more talk then action. My dam was a strong, muscular mustang palomino mare, my sire a black Arab like so many of them. Well, training was a vital part of my youth. I was taught to fight and, surprisingly, to watch mares be force-bred. To see how I would pleasure stallions in my years. This repulsive idea followed me since the first day I witnessed it. It's one thing I've always stood against. My father thought that having a stallion come out and beat the living hell out of me would make me a fighter. But not at first, I grew extremely sensitive to touch, and have been ever since. I don't like being randomly touched by someone I don't know, to this day. But eventually, it did make me a fighter. I killed the colt the fifth time he came to call on me. Little bastard. Anyway, my herd life was considered pretty much over after that. My father figured I was ready, and added me to little heiress collection. Soon after which I ran away, for I have always had a mind of my own and disliked being told what to do. Did I ,mention I'm a terrible dare-devil? The other fillies dared me to sneak away in the night, so good-bye I went. Big mistake number one, I fell immediately in love with this bad-ass dark brute. I thought the world of him, we were 'lovers' for months, until one night I didn't feel like breeding with him. That was my first experience with being over-powered and forced to do anything against my will. I snapped and went on a wild rampage for months, hating everything, everybody. Those first several years were big turning points in my life, from love to death and everything in between. I grew, taller, more muscular, stronger, sharp-witted. Big mistake number two. I got into a major scrimmage with the lead mare of one particularly affectionate stallion (apparently I'm irresistible?) and thought I could take her on. Well, I was still a little young, and she was older and even wiser then I. She ripped my throat out, literally. Having missed my jugular by luck, she hit some strangely sensitive are in my neck, since which my ability to speak has disappeared. I can mange soft sounds, nickers, but no words. I'll never speak again. It took forever to heal, the d**ned thing was painful and nearly killed me with the infection that followed. But my iron will to live kept me going, and so here I stand today. Hardened my life and wizened beyond my years. Darling, ask me any question about my past and I could go on for hours. There is so much to tell, and I will not keep it from you, for not a great deal is placed in here. Unfortunately for you, I cannot whisper to you the juicy secrets.
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Roleplay example:
[from another site ^^]
Bloody trails ran down her shoulders, from where Baskin had made the attempt to cling to her barrel as she bucked and ran. Scratches covered her rump where he had repeated managed to catch her as he pursued the mare. Crimson hoofprints were left stained upon the grass, creating a transparent trail from the breeding grounds to this now vacant terra. But not her blood. His. His stench was imprinted on her entire body, paper thins flared in disgust at it, but she made no attempt to get it off. In fact, the flashy chestnut almost wore it proudly. The scars each telling of her struggle with the hellion, and how she'd ultimately led to his demise. Thorns twitched at her surroundings, Huntress picked up her feet heavily, making great effort to canter through the lands in some kind of respectable way. In all honesty this was the last place she wanted to be, Baskin's old home. Where his mare lived and his foals were probably wondering what had become of him. Ebonite eyes passed over the land, watching out for them. The response she would get, she was sure, was not going to be a pleasant one. But she wouldn't run away. Huntress had killed him, murdered him, if you will. She knew it, they knew wit, she'd fess up, not hide anything. But she would not be punished for it, he deserved every last thing he got. The bitter sweet tone of his voice still harked in her auds, Bliss. I love you Bliss. Crown tossed to be rid of the words as she jerked to an untimely halt and winced at the soreness in her limbs and haunches. Oh god, tomorrow she was gonna be in pain. But now was not the time to be concerned with that. Maw was still rimmed in a gentle spread of blood, and as her neck bent to snatch the tasty clover from the earth, the leaves were dyed a reddish coloration. It wouldn't be long before a welcoming party greeted her, and she'd have some frightening news for them. But at this point she was fearless, the matter was over and done. She didn't regret it, she wasn't sorry. If anything, she was glad. Eyes were hard as they searched the lands, whipping about inside her dark eyes was a storm of rage and hate, pity and disappointment on behalf of Baskin, but mostly, just a fiery flame that would never die out as long as she lived. No matter what they did to her after realizing that they had a killer in their midst.
Were did you find us?: Wild Equines
Do you promise to stay active?: Yeps ^^ I'm likin this character. Just kinda made her up as I went along. A unique one alright <3
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