Post by Maybe on Nov 26, 2010 13:03:31 GMT -5
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Dred
mustang x TB - eight years - stallion
The Basics
They fear the name Dred.
I have roamed this wretched earth for five long years.
My noble ancestry is that of the wild mustang and the swift thoroughbred.
My body is molded in the shape of a stallion.
I stand at 15.2 hands.
I tip the scales at 1100 pounds.
Allegiances
I claim the land of Deep Woods.
I am know myself as lord of these lands.
Family by Chance
The bitch who carried me for 11 months was called Tarnaq, but I couldn't care less about her.
The one who planted the seed that created me was called Xanthos, and I hate him.
I had a sister, but she was killed by our own father.
Family by Choice
I give my heart to none, because I have no heart to give.
My bitches are none yet, but I intend to collect many.
I pass my bloodlines down to none yet, but my time will come.
In-Depth
See me. I am large and rugged, with a long rangy mustang mane and a coat of blue. My body is marked with many scars and cuts, souvenirs from the many fights I've started, many of which I have won. My eyes, like my soul, are deepest black.
Know me. I am the quintessential smooth-talking bad guy. I'm a selfish bastard, and only MY needs matter. I am extremely intelligent and sly, and I look down on everyone else, because no one is good enough for me. I must admit, I use me flashy looks to attract the ladies, and I use the ladies to get exactly what I want: heirs. Unlike most stallions, I treat at mares like they are queens, but I know they aren't good for anything except giving birth and providing power and pleasure. I do not comprehend love or compassion, but I am enthralled and obsessed with power.
This is how it began. My birth and youth were unremarkable, as typical as everyone else's. NOT. The moment I was weaned, my sire impregnated my dam once again, and when I was almost a year old, she gave birth to my sister. That was the first time I felt love. But soon after her birth, she was trampled by my unsatisfied father, who only wanted male heirs to continue his bloodline. My mother didn't care. She hated the filly just as much as he did, she just didn't have the stomach to kill it herself. This was the moment that changed me forever. I felt my mind unraveling, coming unhinged. As soon as I was old enough to leave my father's herd, I did, and, as much as I hated it, I knew I would follow his path. I knew that it was time to begin "collecting" mares for my own harem. But I'm not like him. I value mares, they provide pleasure and power, and a female can give birth to many healthy foals in her lifetime. Two years after I left, I claimed Deep Woods, and I have lived there alone ever since, watching, waiting for a mare to wander into the darkest part of the South lands.
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