Title: Irish Beauty
Description: Black Shamrock
Description: Black Shamrock
Horsegirl - September 21, 2007 03:10 AM (GMT)
Tan-and-ebony pistons reached and pulled back as the ground swept under them. Obsidian whipcord flew behind. Russet cranium, complete with midnight audits, was held high to look upon the land with yellow orbs. The femme's locks swirled in the cool breeze and blended with the darker sky, the sun covered by ominous clouds. Golden occuli noticed the pearly snow, the smoky rocks. They looked on with approval.
This mare had come for a home. No, not one where she'd be forgotten or treated horribly. One where she'd be given the respect she deserved, or at least part of it. And if she wasn't? Ha. Pity the poor soul that got in her way when she was fired up. She wasn't one to reckon with. She stopped and looked around, studying the snowy landscape for any movement. She sent a call up to the skies, letting any equines here know: Black Shamrock had arrived.
Spirit Dancer - September 21, 2007 07:22 PM (GMT)
Thankfully, the pale sun was hidden behind the clouds - though it didn't hide my blood red pelt from anyone or anything. My hooves tredded upon the earth, giving my presence away from the crunching of snow and the cracking of the occasional spot of ice, as the thick feathering on my hocks hushed it slightly. Coal black occuli stared out blankly from underneath my equally black, but immensily thick, forlock and mane. My stare and my stance showed I was obviously bored, or equally uncaring.
Eventually, my wandering gaze finds the outline of an equine. Diverting my path towards the loner, the mare's scent soon wavers into my nares, and revealing that she's alone. Alone in the lands of a Rouge, if not slightly cannibalistic King? Oh, my dear, you've might of sealed your fate..
I stop once I've gotten close enough, though I don't bother to hide the scars over my right half-blind eye or the ones scattered across my muscle scuplted bode. I no longer cared for my appearance.
"Hallo, meu doamne," I say, though it registers in my brain that they probably don't know my native tongue, Romanian as the humans called it. "'Ello, m'dear. I am Vladimir Dracula, King of Exotic Mountains," I continue, my voice booming out like thunder, naturally, though my voice is burdened by my accent.
Horsegirl - September 22, 2007 08:31 PM (GMT)
The mare lifted her head higher at the stallion's bellow. She began to form her mouth into a snarl, but then she saw the scars on his scarlet bod. A sign of many battles won, clearly. She liked a stud like that. Made him look masculine. She pinned her tail closer to her rump, seeing as her heat was just starting, and tossed her obsidian locks.
"Well, Vladimir, I'm Black Shamrock, Shami if you prefer shorter names. And clearly I've come for a home. Need I say anything else?" She let her Irish accent come out clearly and strongly, showing that she was proud of her heritage.
"Well, Vladimir, I'm Black Shamrock, Shami if you prefer shorter names. And clearly I've come for a home. Need I say anything else?" She let her Irish accent come out clearly and strongly, showing that she was proud of her heritage.
Spirit Dancer - September 23, 2007 01:28 AM (GMT)
A snarl further disfigured the brute's aged, battleworn features, revealing canine teeth that were longer than any other equine's. Fangs, some called them, especially after learning of his odd taste for blood. But, it was only a rare occasion when he craved the crimson liquid - and even then, he was well away from others to keep them from harm.
"Watch your tongue, lass. You've tresspassed - which means you abide by my rules. So watch where you tred," I drawl in response, which was true both metaphorically and elementally. I didn't like anyone talking back to me; I'd teach them a thing or two. And the mountains were made somewhat of ice, so finding a weak spot of the ground could spell your ultimate doom - especially if crossing the frozen lake. "Otherwise, you are welcomed into my mountainous solace."
"Watch your tongue, lass. You've tresspassed - which means you abide by my rules. So watch where you tred," I drawl in response, which was true both metaphorically and elementally. I didn't like anyone talking back to me; I'd teach them a thing or two. And the mountains were made somewhat of ice, so finding a weak spot of the ground could spell your ultimate doom - especially if crossing the frozen lake. "Otherwise, you are welcomed into my mountainous solace."
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 01:52 AM (GMT)
Hey, hey, hey. I meant that nicely, mister, Shami thought with an inward snarl. But she quickly wisened up when she saw the brute's giant fangs: she could tell how he had gotten his name. Those could kill. She'd be careful. But now to clear that up.
"I never meant anything by my remark, sir. Just asking if you needed any more information from me. But thank you."
"I never meant anything by my remark, sir. Just asking if you needed any more information from me. But thank you."
Spirit Dancer - September 23, 2007 02:02 AM (GMT)
[x] I'm too lazy to reply at the moment. lol Once I post a RP thread, you can just toss her in there. Do you want her to be apart of Vlad's brides, or be a common mare? [/x]
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 04:43 AM (GMT)
OOC: She can be one of his brides.