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| ƒierce | Nov 2 2014, 12:29 PM Post #1 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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RAVAGE i won't stop until i devour you The young mare simply glides over the ground, wandering across the Homeless Grounds with hatred creating a biting taste on her tongue. She despised this land, but she had to recreate herself. Carnivean, that stupid infernal boy, had taken what she wanted: Devil's Rift, along with her brother's life. They had bargained that bit; Desecration had to die in order for her to get what she wanted. She hadn't known that by pushing him to do things quickly that the cremello would spite her like this. Banishing her from Devil's Rift. She had to return as a queen. The maiden had taken her sweet time getting here, looking over lands as she wandered to see if maybe she would happen upon the right stallion for her purposes. Ravage was an attractive female. She was a red dun roan, her coat largely a tawny color. Her main body is pale, except for her face and legs. She had leg barring, dorsal stripe, and a darker color mane and tail than her face and legs. She took more after Hades with her bulkier appearance, musculature, and proud features, but she took refinement from Averitt. A tiny splash of white rested on her forehead, and two of her patterns were white. Her brown eyes burned with ambition. Ravage wanted to accomplish a lot in her life, but, unfortunately, she needed a stallion and power to do that. So, here she was. Waiting for some stallion to think he was worthy of her. |
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| Poolpaw | Nov 13 2014, 03:11 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Teiquant x|x If you got beauty, beauty, just raise 'em up... The Poitevin draft carried his heavy legs through the homeless grounds, his dark eyes shielded - full of curiosity. These mischievous eyes swiped over several different coats of mares. The grounds were heavy with the sweet scent of mares, with a lingering hidden scent of stallions. He'd heard of grounds like this before, but had never been to them. He didn't need to, he'd stayed with his fathers herd and his mother. But now it was time to start his own. But he wasn't just looking for any old mare - the last thing he wanted was some preppy, over enthusiastic little filly. He was a picky stallion. As the stallion walked on, his eyes drifted over and something caught his eye. This eyes wandered from her barred legs, up, to see a creamy red mare. He followed silently for a little while longer. She seemed to carry herself in such a way that made it apparent that she was proud. There was no doubt that she would be able to take care of herself. Teiquant was curious, and his darker ears slid forward. He caught up to her, leaving with enough distance between them. "M'lady, I do hope I am not interrupting your journey, I apologize if I have. I am Teiquant, of Eagle's Nest in the Marredland." The stallions deep tones split into the air, as he directed his speech towards her. She could ignore him, walk off, and he'd drop it. He wouldn't chase a mare. Or she could respond. He hoped his introduction wasn't inadequate. His father hadn't been around long enough to teach him how to lure a mare to his land. He supposed he'd just have to do what he could. A playful smirk was planted on his lips as he blinked, waiting for the mare to respond. ...'Cause every inch of you is perfect i'm doing | i'm speaking | i'm thinking | you're speaking words; 302 song; all about that bass - meghan trainor notes; n/a |
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| ƒierce | Nov 15 2014, 08:48 PM Post #3 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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RAVAGE i won't stop until i devour you Proud was an understatement when coming to describe Ravage. She wouldn't hesitate to tear out throats, beat another down, if it meant defending her name. She was no fragile butterfly. Ravage was a strong mare, and, had she been a boy, she would have made Hades proud. She would have spread her dominion all over the Tranceland and farther if possible. But she was a mare. And there was only so much she could do with that. The roan female would have set herself somewhere where the stallion was promising. The land didn't have to be noteworthy. He needed to grow a herd, at a quick pace if Ravage had her way, but she would have to be lead. Despite being submerged in her own musings, Ravage wasn't in the least bit unobservant as the stallion approached. Draft build, she noticed first. Coloring second, dun she thought. Like herself. "M'lady, I do hope I am not interrupting your journey, I apologize if I have. I am Teiquant, of Lute's Vineyard in the Marredland." She'd heard of the land, but not of him. The Warlander-fashioned mare raised her head slightly in acknowledgment. The red dun roan looked him over. They were about the same height she noticed next, but that mattered very little. Her brown eyes met his very directly. She was not a shy maiden. "I am Ravage, formerly of Devil's Rift." She said this with little emotion other than hints of mild approval of his having approached her. Ravage wasn't an easy one to please. The mare stood a little more evenly on her hooves, shifting her weight so that it was possible. Brown eyes narrowed but lacking none of their ambition. "Tell me, Teiquant, what can you offer me?" She said this in a general sense, but it was almost a challenge. Would he offer the right things, or would he fail? |
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