Post by siris on Jan 22, 2006 18:11:51 GMT -5
cursed.
thayet
life-time.
four
essence.
dryad
altitude.
14.3
bled.
arabian
pigmentation.
bay
imperfections.
blaze
four socks
dreads.
onyx
spawn.
lithe [deceased]
morale.
Thayet is an equine of no love. She has charm, loads amounts of it, that she uses to manipulate others into doing what she wants. Yet, sometimes, she feels bored of such things, and will open up if you let her...but not likely. Thay has strong maternal instincts, causing her to take a fawn with her if it had been abandoned or is alone. But it must obey her way of life however, or she'll leave it to die. Sarcasm comes naturally to her, as does lying. It wouldn't be hard for her to lie to you, looking straight into your optics. In fact, it would be fairly easy. She has learned from her past that she is best alone, and that she is a wanderer at heart. She fears no one, and has a great amount of self-respect.
her tale.
Thay grew up a lone filly. Her father having runaway, her mother died at birth. Suprisingly, she paid no mind, and didn't care. She was strong at a young age, and was able to live on her own, ducking into caves for shelter, eating the grass for food. She lived like that in peace for quiet sometime, until one day, she came across K'mir, the prince of fire. He charmed her, brought her to his domain at a young three years of age. From him she learned how to hate others, how to take and give nothing back. But there was a price to pay for falling in love with the son of fire. He asked her to be his queen, his bride of death. Before she gave her concent, he bred her. On late night, Thayet looked back on her life before she had been with K'mir. She left him that night, heavily in foal, and alone. K'mir was enraged when he found out, and he sent his predators after her. They caught up with Thay very easily, and wounded her, killing the unborn child in the process. The predators had taken everything she had ever wanted away, and she turned her back on the equine race, resolving never to fall in love again. But to this day, K'mir still searches for his bride.
sample post.
The sun did not shine today.
Flints broke apon the turf, mahogony figure moving along the darkened horizon. The lights had gone, and the darks, well, they started to appear. She'd keep away from both of the hell and heaven kissers. Thay hated them both, respected no one. Death appealed to her, and she wanted to be accepted, but she was rational, but twisted in the same time. Only using the best ones to get the things she wanted. Clever then most thought her to be. She didn't like to be told what to do. Thayet wouldn't take the shit, oh no, she was more one to give it. They punished her, banished her, left her to die, killed her lamb. She owed nothing to the race of equines anymore. They just dissapointed her.
Just as her mother and K'mir.
Frame moved into the comfort of the darkness, unknowing what lay on the opposet side. So life, to her, was just a battle, she rose and died every single day, breathing in the toxicating scent of poisen, never getting it out of her lungs. Eternally drowned, drowned in her own tears and sweat.
Cold optics spotted the onyx stag. A dark he seemed to be. Well, get off your throne. Pools rolled at him, but now, useful he could be now isn't that right. Lies where one of her best things, lets see if this fool would fall for her tricks?
Skank. Mohagony bodic sauntered infront of the stag, her onyx banner flicked his barrel gently as she passed, her scent releasing. Let his try to tame her, just try. It was the season, she knew it, the stags could help themselves, and she'd have them wrapped around her pillar, having them do every deed she wanted, she'd be queen, control of them all. Onyx talons haulted in front of him, her barrel rubbing his slight as she passed. Delicate features turning to look at him over her blades, her onyx pools glistening innocently. So horrid, hoorid thoughts intoxicating her twisted little mind. She suspected this one would be tough to control, but then again, she had been taught and mulipulated by K'mir, she had learned from the best.
"lo brute. I'm cursed Thayet, and you are. . ."
The question was surrounded by the flirtatous and danger, the mystery and sadness. She played her part well, almost as if she really did care.
[that was taken from this thread because I am lazy.
thayet
life-time.
four
essence.
dryad
altitude.
14.3
bled.
arabian
pigmentation.
bay
imperfections.
blaze
four socks
dreads.
onyx
spawn.
lithe [deceased]
morale.
Thayet is an equine of no love. She has charm, loads amounts of it, that she uses to manipulate others into doing what she wants. Yet, sometimes, she feels bored of such things, and will open up if you let her...but not likely. Thay has strong maternal instincts, causing her to take a fawn with her if it had been abandoned or is alone. But it must obey her way of life however, or she'll leave it to die. Sarcasm comes naturally to her, as does lying. It wouldn't be hard for her to lie to you, looking straight into your optics. In fact, it would be fairly easy. She has learned from her past that she is best alone, and that she is a wanderer at heart. She fears no one, and has a great amount of self-respect.
her tale.
Thay grew up a lone filly. Her father having runaway, her mother died at birth. Suprisingly, she paid no mind, and didn't care. She was strong at a young age, and was able to live on her own, ducking into caves for shelter, eating the grass for food. She lived like that in peace for quiet sometime, until one day, she came across K'mir, the prince of fire. He charmed her, brought her to his domain at a young three years of age. From him she learned how to hate others, how to take and give nothing back. But there was a price to pay for falling in love with the son of fire. He asked her to be his queen, his bride of death. Before she gave her concent, he bred her. On late night, Thayet looked back on her life before she had been with K'mir. She left him that night, heavily in foal, and alone. K'mir was enraged when he found out, and he sent his predators after her. They caught up with Thay very easily, and wounded her, killing the unborn child in the process. The predators had taken everything she had ever wanted away, and she turned her back on the equine race, resolving never to fall in love again. But to this day, K'mir still searches for his bride.
sample post.
The sun did not shine today.
Flints broke apon the turf, mahogony figure moving along the darkened horizon. The lights had gone, and the darks, well, they started to appear. She'd keep away from both of the hell and heaven kissers. Thay hated them both, respected no one. Death appealed to her, and she wanted to be accepted, but she was rational, but twisted in the same time. Only using the best ones to get the things she wanted. Clever then most thought her to be. She didn't like to be told what to do. Thayet wouldn't take the shit, oh no, she was more one to give it. They punished her, banished her, left her to die, killed her lamb. She owed nothing to the race of equines anymore. They just dissapointed her.
Just as her mother and K'mir.
Frame moved into the comfort of the darkness, unknowing what lay on the opposet side. So life, to her, was just a battle, she rose and died every single day, breathing in the toxicating scent of poisen, never getting it out of her lungs. Eternally drowned, drowned in her own tears and sweat.
Cold optics spotted the onyx stag. A dark he seemed to be. Well, get off your throne. Pools rolled at him, but now, useful he could be now isn't that right. Lies where one of her best things, lets see if this fool would fall for her tricks?
Skank. Mohagony bodic sauntered infront of the stag, her onyx banner flicked his barrel gently as she passed, her scent releasing. Let his try to tame her, just try. It was the season, she knew it, the stags could help themselves, and she'd have them wrapped around her pillar, having them do every deed she wanted, she'd be queen, control of them all. Onyx talons haulted in front of him, her barrel rubbing his slight as she passed. Delicate features turning to look at him over her blades, her onyx pools glistening innocently. So horrid, hoorid thoughts intoxicating her twisted little mind. She suspected this one would be tough to control, but then again, she had been taught and mulipulated by K'mir, she had learned from the best.
"lo brute. I'm cursed Thayet, and you are. . ."
The question was surrounded by the flirtatous and danger, the mystery and sadness. She played her part well, almost as if she really did care.
[that was taken from this thread because I am lazy.
