Title: I Demand A [ Welcome ]
Description: Trust me yet?
Description: Trust me yet?
Zephyr - January 21, 2008 05:03 AM (GMT)
Full Name: Broken Devotion
Nickname: Omen
Age: Seven
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian [ undiluted ]
Coat Color: Black
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Height: 16hh
Personality: Coy, seductive, intelligent, refined
Alliance: Dark
History: None to speak of. Travelled through a few herds, creating hassles and starting fights. An undesirable herd member.
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Cruel vermillion eyes ravaged the desolate terrain, each bent and broken tree, every fallen leaf and every pebble was taken in. The beast took in great detail of the possible escape routes, though he deemed that flight would not be needed tonight. Tonight he would wait until his presence was noticed, by mare, stallion, or babe. It would do the mothers well to keep their young from the reach of this beast, for dark heethans like himself rarely took well to foals. Broken Devotion had never fathered any foals, he had only created them. Smirking, his onyx irons stabbed powerfully at the soil. His 'aura' was none-too-friendly, with his tattered ears glued to his apex, his crested name drawn tight to his chest, and his black lips trembling over his stained enamels. He was polite, he was caring, he was kind and of course he was attentive. He was also a liar, truly insincere. He toyed with the minds of his targets, no matter how well guarded their thoughts, Broken Devotion read them with ease. His tongue was predominantly foul, less surrounded by tasty vixens, though stallions often received the bitterness kept within him. He wasn't a desirable stallion to have in a herd, for he was dishonest and loyal only to himself and his needs. He didn't care, he just didn't care.
For a Friesian, he was just above average height, gliding sixteen hands above the dirt. He knew several other Friesians who towered at seventeen hands or so, but they could hardly call themselves purebloods, for that was what he was. Purebred, pureblooded, pure in every essence. His passion was to seduce, disarm and dethrone, and perhaps that was what he intended to do here. His stance was relaxed as he ground to a restrained halt, his right hind leg pitched forth onto it's tip. His tail's sable fibres were tossed about in the light wind, as was his shaggy, unkempt mane. He had the look of a rogue or a pilgrim, but at heart he was a herd lover. He just kept his stays short in every visit, and the leader of this land should have hoped that his stay would be very, very... very short. His scarred flanks rose in a rhythm of one, two, one, two, portraying to any onlooker that he was calm and well collected, and foolishly unwary.
"Might i have an audience of someone from this fine herd" His crimson tongue slithered back into his jowels and he eyed the bleak horizon for company. Come on, he chided, come and play with me...
fin.
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 05:48 AM (GMT)
I had grown quite sick of arguing with the foolish mare that bore the twin fillies, her attitude less than something worthy of respect. After the little battle of wits with the mare, I had left her to take care of her oh so precious little ones while Rossa continued in my place. I had lost track of Santico, wandering around the lands without his permission. I hadn't even bothered to ask him for his permission, the brute understood well enough than to go against my wishes. On the other hand, I had caught scent of an oddly familier scent.
It was a forgotten scent, locked away in a memory that sent flashbacks into my mind. A fallen body lay crushed at the hooves of an ebony stallion, I was told his name was Omen. Highly unlikely, but I called him that nonetheless. Some would say I was bold to approach him uncaringly, but that's just it. I didn't care, he could have attacked me, and I wouldn't really care. I probably would have enjoyed it, challenging opponents are so difficult to come by these days...
Yet here was the scent again, leading me once more uncaringly towards the dark brute. I paused behind him, keeping a minor distance while I smirked at him. "Omen." I said, old habits dying hard with my seductive tone. Yes, I still had a rather entrancing voice, but it was laced with spite and hatred that had risen ever since Agni had come along. Watching him from beneath my spiraling forlock, I waited to see if I was to be recognized, or mistaken for someone else....
Zephyr - January 21, 2008 06:56 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Broken Devotion had possibly dozed off, as he repressed a jump as a cold, alluring melody was played behind him, singing his name. Omen, of course, me... The charcoal beast waited patiently, allowing whoever the ambusher was to strike. Broken Devotion feared neither pain nor death, in time he knew he would come to welcome it. Cannabilistic and always thirsting for blood, Broken Devotion knew how to fight and how to kill. Only idiots struck first without assessing the opponent, and he eventually came to the conclusion that this stealthy valkyrie was smarter than he thought. Her slippery tone sent a pang of rememberance spiralling down his spine. They had met, for longer than a fleeting moment.
Entrusting the other with patience, the stag turned slowly, his nape stretching out as he whickered his next words. His eyes burned white as he recognised the other friesian. Strong, fierce and bold, Beautiful Disaster hadn't changed much, but he noticed the slightly sunken eyes she held, cast inwards with age and trauma. Ill had become of her since their last meeting in Riduna. Ah, that was right, she had stolen upon him standing over the crushed bodice of a youth. Several more victims had met his hooves since then. No one could be foolish enough to doubt that.
As his flexing muscles settled smoothly beneath his coat of lustre, he spoke "Ah, my lady. Beautiful Diaster, is it not? You've barely changed, my dear. If you lead here then i should begin running, for you ruling would be far too intimidating. I imagine there is a being lesser than us who reigns over this terrain?" The pitch of his bass tones lifted in question. One of his ears, his left, had only half of it left, the right hand side of it had been severed in one bite. His right ear rotated about it's centre, keeping a keen ear out for the lord.
FIN :]
Broken Devotion had possibly dozed off, as he repressed a jump as a cold, alluring melody was played behind him, singing his name. Omen, of course, me... The charcoal beast waited patiently, allowing whoever the ambusher was to strike. Broken Devotion feared neither pain nor death, in time he knew he would come to welcome it. Cannabilistic and always thirsting for blood, Broken Devotion knew how to fight and how to kill. Only idiots struck first without assessing the opponent, and he eventually came to the conclusion that this stealthy valkyrie was smarter than he thought. Her slippery tone sent a pang of rememberance spiralling down his spine. They had met, for longer than a fleeting moment.
Entrusting the other with patience, the stag turned slowly, his nape stretching out as he whickered his next words. His eyes burned white as he recognised the other friesian. Strong, fierce and bold, Beautiful Disaster hadn't changed much, but he noticed the slightly sunken eyes she held, cast inwards with age and trauma. Ill had become of her since their last meeting in Riduna. Ah, that was right, she had stolen upon him standing over the crushed bodice of a youth. Several more victims had met his hooves since then. No one could be foolish enough to doubt that.
As his flexing muscles settled smoothly beneath his coat of lustre, he spoke "Ah, my lady. Beautiful Diaster, is it not? You've barely changed, my dear. If you lead here then i should begin running, for you ruling would be far too intimidating. I imagine there is a being lesser than us who reigns over this terrain?" The pitch of his bass tones lifted in question. One of his ears, his left, had only half of it left, the right hand side of it had been severed in one bite. His right ear rotated about it's centre, keeping a keen ear out for the lord.
FIN :]
sassaboo - January 21, 2008 05:50 PM (GMT)
I kept my smirk as he spoke, it didn't seem that had changed at all aside from a few more battle scars. I kept myself from chuckling at his words, me? Lead this piece of crap land? Surely not. "You are correct, I am simply a King's "lady" here... The excuse of a leader is Santico, I am formor Queen of the Sylveria forest though. I am not sure when you'll get to meet Santico, he has a bad habit of running off to bring back more of his mares...."
Disliking of the king, as well as his habits, was obvious in is tone. Yes, I was supposedly one of his 'ladies', but I was certainly a respectable lady. He was not to touch me, if he did he was asking for it. If I was to carry a foal for him, or anybody else, it'd be after a fight or they'd be one brute to show that they are not all the same. I changed the subject away from me and the king. If Omen wanted to know more about either, he would have to ask, as well as earn more trust.
"And what brings you to this wasteland? I would have thought you to be off with a kill, or at least terrorizing a land of your own."
Zephyr - January 27, 2008 06:40 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
"You are correct, I am simply a King's "lady" here... The excuse of a leader is Santico, I am formor Queen of the Sylveria forest though. I am not sure when you'll get to meet Santico, he has a bad habit of running off to bring back more of his mares...." Broken Devotion grimaced "It is a shame to see a lady worthy of royalty reduced to a mere harem member" But that would be sure to change. A simpering smirk parted his sable lips and he rasped a soft chuckle. So Santico was the 'king' here, Broken Devotion wondered if he played the part well enough for all of his 'ladies'. "I had previously intended to claim a land of my own, but my... uh... plans have been tweaked" Tweaked considerably, he thought with a smile.
She fell silent, as did Broken Devotion. He was a talkative beast, though quite the unsocial one when not in good company. He had taken a liking to Beautiful Disaster the first time they had met, and she had not caused him to to dislike her in the present. "Kills and meals, i've had my fill on the way here, my lady. Mmm, i will require my own land soon enough, i just need to find one suitable enough. Where is this king of yours, Disaster?" He eyed the surrounding foliage with interest "I'd never imagine you to fall under the rule of a stallion you seem to despise, though i doubt he gets anything easily"
FIN :]
ps. Sorry about the wait, holidaying lots :D I will ALWAYS reply though, i love mah FUZZEH!
"You are correct, I am simply a King's "lady" here... The excuse of a leader is Santico, I am formor Queen of the Sylveria forest though. I am not sure when you'll get to meet Santico, he has a bad habit of running off to bring back more of his mares...." Broken Devotion grimaced "It is a shame to see a lady worthy of royalty reduced to a mere harem member" But that would be sure to change. A simpering smirk parted his sable lips and he rasped a soft chuckle. So Santico was the 'king' here, Broken Devotion wondered if he played the part well enough for all of his 'ladies'. "I had previously intended to claim a land of my own, but my... uh... plans have been tweaked" Tweaked considerably, he thought with a smile.
She fell silent, as did Broken Devotion. He was a talkative beast, though quite the unsocial one when not in good company. He had taken a liking to Beautiful Disaster the first time they had met, and she had not caused him to to dislike her in the present. "Kills and meals, i've had my fill on the way here, my lady. Mmm, i will require my own land soon enough, i just need to find one suitable enough. Where is this king of yours, Disaster?" He eyed the surrounding foliage with interest "I'd never imagine you to fall under the rule of a stallion you seem to despise, though i doubt he gets anything easily"
FIN :]
ps. Sorry about the wait, holidaying lots :D I will ALWAYS reply though, i love mah FUZZEH!
sassaboo - January 27, 2008 07:32 AM (GMT)
My smirk stayed on my muzzle, his flattering words just words out of a stallions mouth. I had my own understanding that all stallions would say whatever they needed to in order to get their way, but I knew that Omen could be twice as liable to make his words believable. His plans had tweaked, eh? I kept my curiousity to myself, bound to find out sooner or later what his plans have become.
"As of right now, I really don't have much of a clue as to where Santico is. Chances are he is either at the claiming grounds or with his little harem." My ears flicked back at his last words, reminding more of Agni than Santico. Right after the brute claimed me, I was forced to carry his foal. Then the son of a ..... almost killed the filly he made me carry, simply for her being a filly. I was then forced to leave after saving her, though my efforts to care for my daughter alone weren't as good as intended, as it was only a year or two ago when she was born, and now she was nowhere in sight. "More than once have I been put into that situation. Only this one understands that if he wants anything to do with me, it will be a long time before it happens, if it ever will. He's already been told that if I find any reason to leave, I will, with or without a fight."
"As of right now, I really don't have much of a clue as to where Santico is. Chances are he is either at the claiming grounds or with his little harem." My ears flicked back at his last words, reminding more of Agni than Santico. Right after the brute claimed me, I was forced to carry his foal. Then the son of a ..... almost killed the filly he made me carry, simply for her being a filly. I was then forced to leave after saving her, though my efforts to care for my daughter alone weren't as good as intended, as it was only a year or two ago when she was born, and now she was nowhere in sight. "More than once have I been put into that situation. Only this one understands that if he wants anything to do with me, it will be a long time before it happens, if it ever will. He's already been told that if I find any reason to leave, I will, with or without a fight."
Zephyr - January 28, 2008 03:40 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
"It'd be nice if Santico cared to show his face" Enough. Omen was beginning to tire of this constant waiting. The conversation with Disaster was pleasing enough. Old friends were never boring. Like most stallions, Broken Devotion thought mostly of how to strengthen himself and his name. Of course, mares were always needed, but he knew he would always have one favourite. A well trained herd, loyal and lethal, with a fine set of warriors to protect the main body, a fine set of truly dark mares and he, Omen, the lord. It was a fine vision, that seemed almost impossible with mutinous stallions, wild mares and exaggerated egos. The charred bode of the heethan shone as the sun caught his lustre hide, his nape crested to watch the friesian valkyrie.
A chiseled brow lifted above his eyes, an expression of repulsion etching itself into the lines of his maw. From her tone and her own expression, he shifted uneasily upon his hooves. The way he moved, stiff with kept aggression, it was almost as though he knew. "Don't take this the wrong way, Lady Disaster, but if allowed entrance into this herd, i can assure you such wrongdoings of the past will not occure again"
FIN :]
"It'd be nice if Santico cared to show his face" Enough. Omen was beginning to tire of this constant waiting. The conversation with Disaster was pleasing enough. Old friends were never boring. Like most stallions, Broken Devotion thought mostly of how to strengthen himself and his name. Of course, mares were always needed, but he knew he would always have one favourite. A well trained herd, loyal and lethal, with a fine set of warriors to protect the main body, a fine set of truly dark mares and he, Omen, the lord. It was a fine vision, that seemed almost impossible with mutinous stallions, wild mares and exaggerated egos. The charred bode of the heethan shone as the sun caught his lustre hide, his nape crested to watch the friesian valkyrie.
A chiseled brow lifted above his eyes, an expression of repulsion etching itself into the lines of his maw. From her tone and her own expression, he shifted uneasily upon his hooves. The way he moved, stiff with kept aggression, it was almost as though he knew. "Don't take this the wrong way, Lady Disaster, but if allowed entrance into this herd, i can assure you such wrongdoings of the past will not occure again"
FIN :]
sassaboo - January 28, 2008 11:50 PM (GMT)
I gave a snort of disbelief, could you blame me? All this time, things have been the same. Nobody has proved me wrong that stallions are all the same. It was a light to first betray me, turning me into the heartbreaker I once was. Then a neutral that gave me the filly, and lastly a dark, who now wanders around with a bit of a scar on his chest from my hooves. Santico had yet to try anything with me, but in all honosty I just think it is because he knows better, it wouldn't be much for him to fall underneath my daggers.
"And do not take this the wrong way when I say forgive me, but words hardly mean anything to me anymore. Therefor I can't say I trust them. Actions speak louder than words...."
Such as my new 'king' now, he swears that I can trust him, but I don't. He says I can wait before my trust builds, but I refuse to let it. Build up trust in someone, and they have the power to destroy you in more ways than you thought possible.
"And do not take this the wrong way when I say forgive me, but words hardly mean anything to me anymore. Therefor I can't say I trust them. Actions speak louder than words...."
Such as my new 'king' now, he swears that I can trust him, but I don't. He says I can wait before my trust builds, but I refuse to let it. Build up trust in someone, and they have the power to destroy you in more ways than you thought possible.
Zephyr - January 29, 2008 12:27 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Would it suprise any living creature to know that on several occasions, it had been fillies and mares who had felt Broken Devotion's teeth cleaving flesh from their bones. He had slaughtered innocents without a second thought or an ounce of remorse, and now... he still felt none. As a dark stallion, temptation was a bastard to avoid, and even harder to refuse. Omen kept it to himself, but not once had his tool forcefully entered a femme. He had sired no children, for his seed would be kept from every slut untill he found one worthy of raising a child of shadow.
He hadn't expected any form of appreciation from Disaster, in fact, it pleased him almost, to know that she would not fall to the hooves of any stag who played flattery. "Words can be twisted and promises can be broken. Even so, actions can be forced, and manipulative" Trust noone, other than yourself, he reminded himself coolly.
Could i take him to the herd to meet Santico or do i need to wait?
FIN :]
Would it suprise any living creature to know that on several occasions, it had been fillies and mares who had felt Broken Devotion's teeth cleaving flesh from their bones. He had slaughtered innocents without a second thought or an ounce of remorse, and now... he still felt none. As a dark stallion, temptation was a bastard to avoid, and even harder to refuse. Omen kept it to himself, but not once had his tool forcefully entered a femme. He had sired no children, for his seed would be kept from every slut untill he found one worthy of raising a child of shadow.
He hadn't expected any form of appreciation from Disaster, in fact, it pleased him almost, to know that she would not fall to the hooves of any stag who played flattery. "Words can be twisted and promises can be broken. Even so, actions can be forced, and manipulative" Trust noone, other than yourself, he reminded himself coolly.
Could i take him to the herd to meet Santico or do i need to wait?
FIN :]
sassaboo - January 29, 2008 12:33 AM (GMT)
((Well, Rocka simply hasn't been online lately, so either way he might not meet Santico for a while, but it'd be interesting for the rest of the herd to meet him I'm sure. And if Santico says, anything, BD will stand up for him xD ))