Title: The Evil Heiress
abbydoodle96 - January 4, 2008 05:48 PM (GMT)
Long obsidian tresses flew in the wind as my daggers carried me over the land to the Shadowlands, one of the only places I did not want to have to go. It was the land of loneliness. Where you were by yourself until a brute decided that you were the one he would want to bring to his land, but that just wasn't enough for me.
I wanted more than just to be apart of a herd. I wanted to have someone to be mine, a mate. Someone that I could open myself to and trust, but that was not such an easy task. Many said I could never trust anyone, but I always told them that that was not true. I could trust if I could just get to know someone first. I wanted someone who was willing to take the time to talk to me and earn my trust, not someone who'll claim you, throw you in his herd, then search for another mare to do the same to.
I entered the Shadowlands and dropped down under a tree. I didn't close my eyes, but I just laid there to rest. All I could do now was wait until someone arrived, and no one knew how long that would last.
My name was The Evil Heiress, me being the oldest foal back in my childhood herd, but that is not what I tell others. The name everyone calls me is Ghost, and that is the name I go by.
Spirit Dancer - January 4, 2008 08:22 PM (GMT)
The changes in the temperature, from my new home, to here, had began to irritate me. But I'd endure the irritation to begin expanding my herd. Even if I have to start forcing mares back to my mountainous home; I'd do it.
Thankfully, the 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, silented by the grass and the thick feathering on my hocks. 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 outlines of an equine underneath a tree. Diverting my path towards the figure, the figure's scent soon wavers into my nares, and revealing her gender. 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," I say, though it registers in my brain that they probably don't know my native tongue, Romanian as the humans called it. "'Ello, lass. 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.
[ Translation: ]
1. Hallo {Romanian}
- Hello
abbydoodle96 - January 4, 2008 09:53 PM (GMT)
I looked up at the stallion and stood up, eyeing the brute up and down. I snorted in disgust then looked behind me for a moment before looking back at brute named Vladimir Dracula. I guess he would do for now if he was going to give me a home. I rolled my eyes then spoke.
"Ciņ non parlo, la ringrazia molto!" I said in my native tongue, which was Italian. I knew he probably didn't know Italian, and that was why she said it in that language. "'Lo," she said, finally switching to English, my accent strong. "I'm Ghost, /pleasure/ to meet you."
"Ciņ non parlo, la ringrazia molto!" I said in my native tongue, which was Italian. I knew he probably didn't know Italian, and that was why she said it in that language. "'Lo," she said, finally switching to English, my accent strong. "I'm Ghost, /pleasure/ to meet you."
Translation-
Ciņ non parlo, la ringrazia molto! [Italian]
--I don't speak that, thank you very much!
((Short.))
Spirit Dancer - January 4, 2008 11:06 PM (GMT)
Listless black hues narrow slightly, as a frown marrs my face briefly.
'Watch that attitude of your's, m'dear. I live up to my name fairly well, afterall.'
Which was true, actually. My mother was appalled when she discovered I'd acquired my father's undeniable thirst for blood. Equine, or anything that moved, really. Thus, I was left in my father's care, and dutifully named Vladimir Dracula - like the wronged Prince from my native lands, that the humans called "Dracula". Though, I was far from being a vampire. More of a cannibal, actually.
My front pillars, so thick with muscle they were about the same size of a two to three year old tree - which would be about 20 inches or more, shifted just a smidge so that my weight could be evenly distributed. My broad frame stood 18.1 hands towards the sky, and I never considered lowering my diadem to make another feel comfortable. I was never treated like such; so why should I treat someone else differently?
"'Tis a pleasure, Ghost. Tell me, what brings a lass like yourself here?" I reply, not even bothering with holding back my brogue accent. It was useless, honestly.
'Watch that attitude of your's, m'dear. I live up to my name fairly well, afterall.'
Which was true, actually. My mother was appalled when she discovered I'd acquired my father's undeniable thirst for blood. Equine, or anything that moved, really. Thus, I was left in my father's care, and dutifully named Vladimir Dracula - like the wronged Prince from my native lands, that the humans called "Dracula". Though, I was far from being a vampire. More of a cannibal, actually.
My front pillars, so thick with muscle they were about the same size of a two to three year old tree - which would be about 20 inches or more, shifted just a smidge so that my weight could be evenly distributed. My broad frame stood 18.1 hands towards the sky, and I never considered lowering my diadem to make another feel comfortable. I was never treated like such; so why should I treat someone else differently?
"'Tis a pleasure, Ghost. Tell me, what brings a lass like yourself here?" I reply, not even bothering with holding back my brogue accent. It was useless, honestly.
abbydoodle96 - January 5, 2008 01:22 AM (GMT)
Would you stop calling me lass? I thought to myself, getting very irritated by being called that. I guessed I'd have to deal with it some way or another. Maybe I could give him his own nickname? Yeah, something that may or may not annoy him, something like lass but different.
"Isn't it obvious, lad?" I asked, calling him my new nickname for him. "What are all mares here for?" Mares came here to find a mate and/or land. That was it. I wondered why stallions always asked why mares came to the Shadowlands or any other lands like that. It was obvious. "Sono qui per una casa, lei l'idiota!" I said in Italian, really glad that was not the language he spoke. Who cared if it was obvious I was yelling at him, but he did /not/ know /what/ she was yelling.
"Isn't it obvious, lad?" I asked, calling him my new nickname for him. "What are all mares here for?" Mares came here to find a mate and/or land. That was it. I wondered why stallions always asked why mares came to the Shadowlands or any other lands like that. It was obvious. "Sono qui per una casa, lei l'idiota!" I said in Italian, really glad that was not the language he spoke. Who cared if it was obvious I was yelling at him, but he did /not/ know /what/ she was yelling.
Translation
Sono qui per una casa, lei l'idiota!
--I'm here for a home, you idiot!
Spirit Dancer - January 5, 2008 04:06 AM (GMT)
I snarled, ivories shown in almost a dog-like growl; revealing unnaturally long canines. Or in other words, "fangs". Another addition to my lovely legacy. As well as my short temper, which at this moment, flared - tempting me to just leap forward and clamp down on her throat and be done with it. But I refrain. I needed atleast more members, if not more mares in my harem, since my mind was beginning to panick with my increasing age and the fact I had yet to have a child.
"Stay on your toes, m'dear. I don't know, and don't care, what lineage you came from - but here, you're nothing but a whore in the making until someone takes pity on you," I bark, black rimmed audda pinned back as the muscles underneath my blood red pelt flexed slightly. "Or fate deals out something crueler for you. I suppose my goodwill was pointless with you."
I stop, briefly, to attempt to rein in my anger before it gets out of control. I'd have to find a Queen who could calm me down and cool my "hot blood", as my mother used to tell me. Listless pools glare at her, my flaring anger quite obvious in them. Her appearance flickers in and out of my vision of my half-blond eye, though it remains transfixed within the other.
"I'm done with your foolish games. I have matters to attend to, and more important things to stress myself out over your comments. If you wish to come, then you may. Your choice, lass," I added as I made a wide U-turn to leave, stressing 'lass' since it seemed to irritate her so much.
"Stay on your toes, m'dear. I don't know, and don't care, what lineage you came from - but here, you're nothing but a whore in the making until someone takes pity on you," I bark, black rimmed audda pinned back as the muscles underneath my blood red pelt flexed slightly. "Or fate deals out something crueler for you. I suppose my goodwill was pointless with you."
I stop, briefly, to attempt to rein in my anger before it gets out of control. I'd have to find a Queen who could calm me down and cool my "hot blood", as my mother used to tell me. Listless pools glare at her, my flaring anger quite obvious in them. Her appearance flickers in and out of my vision of my half-blond eye, though it remains transfixed within the other.
"I'm done with your foolish games. I have matters to attend to, and more important things to stress myself out over your comments. If you wish to come, then you may. Your choice, lass," I added as I made a wide U-turn to leave, stressing 'lass' since it seemed to irritate her so much.
abbydoodle96 - January 5, 2008 03:51 PM (GMT)
So that was what he thought of me? As a worthless whore just sitting here and nobody would ever want me? If that was his point of view, why would I want to go with him? Ok, so maybe no one else would actually offer to give me a home, so I guess he would work until I found someone better. That might not be a hard task, though.
I rolled my eyes while thinking of something to tell him. This was why I didn't talk much, because I could never think of something to say. "Ok, I'll go," I said, calmly. I waited for him to show me the way to his land. I couldn't wait to see it and judge it in my mind, because that was always the fun part.
I just hoped that he wouldn't force a foal on me and that I could be foal free by the time I died. I hated foals and I had my own reasons that I didn't have to share with anyone. I snorted, shaking the thought out of my mind while waiting for Vlad to show me the way, if he would.
I rolled my eyes while thinking of something to tell him. This was why I didn't talk much, because I could never think of something to say. "Ok, I'll go," I said, calmly. I waited for him to show me the way to his land. I couldn't wait to see it and judge it in my mind, because that was always the fun part.
I just hoped that he wouldn't force a foal on me and that I could be foal free by the time I died. I hated foals and I had my own reasons that I didn't have to share with anyone. I snorted, shaking the thought out of my mind while waiting for Vlad to show me the way, if he would.
Spirit Dancer - January 6, 2008 05:08 AM (GMT)
[x] You can go a head and post in the herd, Abby. Do you want her to be a independent mare, or in Vlad's harem? [/x]
abbydoodle96 - January 6, 2008 08:19 PM (GMT)
(( I don't care. Put her where you want her to. ))