Post by Skye-Blue. on Oct 9, 2012 19:40:23 GMT -5
Despaire is my title;
i have walked this miserable earth for four years;
my breed is friesian, the finest of all;
my height is sixteen point one hands high;
my color is midnight black;
my eyes are of the most polished obsidian;
my gender is mare, is that not clear;
She is the ultimate tempest. A roaring demon of the villains that plague the world. She will lure you into a false sense of security, and then take you hostage. Once your there dont expect to be released. The alluring flicker of her dark eyes, the seducing shifting of her hips. They will draw you in, like the countless stallions before. It is not something you can control. She has the ability to lock you into a place of fictional pleasure just before she breaks your soul. Despaire will play with you, you're nothing then an unfeeling nothing that has been created only for her own amusement. Do not be tricked; you will end up slain.. or wish you were.
Born in a time of fear, she had to learn to fend for herself at a vulnerable, young age. Despaire was raised by a lone mare who liked to play with stallions hearts. But she never even dreamed she would possibly get pregnant. Despaire was unwelcome, something that followed after her mother like a shadow. She grew to accept her solitary lifestyle, maybe even like it. She left her mother at the age of two, it wasnt that much different than being with her mother. Despaire stuck to the darkness where she blended in. If someone did lay eyes upon her they were almost immediately slain, for her safety- of course. When she turned three the stallions started coming around, circling like sharks. Despaire avoided them with her sly wit and cunning, occasionally using her hooves when she must. She did well on her own, better than most young mares would have. Despaire had been traveling for years when she came upon Efre. She decided she liked it here and has stayed, though only where few dared to venture and it could be easily defended.
i have walked this miserable earth for four years;
my breed is friesian, the finest of all;
my height is sixteen point one hands high;
my color is midnight black;
my eyes are of the most polished obsidian;
my gender is mare, is that not clear;
She is the ultimate tempest. A roaring demon of the villains that plague the world. She will lure you into a false sense of security, and then take you hostage. Once your there dont expect to be released. The alluring flicker of her dark eyes, the seducing shifting of her hips. They will draw you in, like the countless stallions before. It is not something you can control. She has the ability to lock you into a place of fictional pleasure just before she breaks your soul. Despaire will play with you, you're nothing then an unfeeling nothing that has been created only for her own amusement. Do not be tricked; you will end up slain.. or wish you were.
Born in a time of fear, she had to learn to fend for herself at a vulnerable, young age. Despaire was raised by a lone mare who liked to play with stallions hearts. But she never even dreamed she would possibly get pregnant. Despaire was unwelcome, something that followed after her mother like a shadow. She grew to accept her solitary lifestyle, maybe even like it. She left her mother at the age of two, it wasnt that much different than being with her mother. Despaire stuck to the darkness where she blended in. If someone did lay eyes upon her they were almost immediately slain, for her safety- of course. When she turned three the stallions started coming around, circling like sharks. Despaire avoided them with her sly wit and cunning, occasionally using her hooves when she must. She did well on her own, better than most young mares would have. Despaire had been traveling for years when she came upon Efre. She decided she liked it here and has stayed, though only where few dared to venture and it could be easily defended.