Post by 1<3Chic on Nov 9, 2011 11:11:53 GMT -6
Name - Something Sour
Age - 4 yrs
Breed - Mustang Pony/ Appaloosa
Gender - Mare
Height - 14.3 1/2 hh
Build details: Thought she barely makes the height requirements for a horse, she is small, with a muscular build. Rippling shoulders && haunches, large, bright eyes, short yet powerful legs, and a broad back.
Coat - Fleabitten gray, black spots on her rump, && coarse blackish brown markings on her profile.
Eyes - Chocolate brown
Personality -
History - Her sire, Double Deuce, was top ranked stallion at Blue Fox Farms, but was also the meanest stallion they owned. One night, a fire started in his barn, the stud busting out and broke through multiple pasture fences. Most of the horses escaped because of this, continuously running till finally they couldn't anymore. At the time she was about a year old, her mother hadn't been one of the lucky ones to get away so now all she had was her father. She thought this would be a better life for all of them but soon it was proven to her that this was a worse hell. Deuce went on a mad power streak, forcing all the mares to carry his egg, discarding his daughter. Soon foals hit the ground, mostly colts, but Deuce wasn't pleased completely. He began training them, taking them away from their mothers the day they stopped nursing, moving them to an excluded area of the territory which none of the mares were aloud to go. It was about a year later when Sour decided she wanted to know just what was going on with their "training." She was there for hours, watching her father chase the colts up a rocky mountain, forcing them to run straight up, few made it. The others either fell to their death or fell and had to deal with a beating from Deuce. She continued to go for a few days, watching this over and over, as well as his other training techniques. They held battles, placing the strongest colt against a weaker or injured colt, much blood was shed, but Deuce was pleased as he watched his young proteges slowly accept and love the taste of blood. It started with15 colts, by the end there was less than 8. Sour was disgusted but it wasn't till one day she arrived and they weren't there. She was about to turn around and leave when she heard the thundering of hooves. As she turned, she noticed her father first chasing a small bay mare toward the training area, then the rest of her half brothers each chasing a mare as well. Except for one. She watched curiously, considering she had been told no mare was aloud in the training area. As they all entered the meadow, she knew something wasn't' quite right. They all began to force breed the mares, squeals of terror and pain echoed through the valley. Her vision was blurred red with anger and repulsion, the fae turning her head so she didn't have to witness the rest of what was about to go on.
It was then, the one colt that hadn't had brought back a mare ensconed himself up behind her. Her own half brother raped her. Sinking his ivories into her silk neck, and clamping his hooves to her sides. He thrust for hours, distressed screaming expelling from her throat, she bucked and reared, trying to get him off but he was just too strong. As he dismounted he tightened the grip of his legs around her barrel, slicing her flesh to expose muscle tissue and let blood fall like rain to the ground. Her neck was covering his red liquid as well, his mind dizzy and fuzzy, she fell to the ground. Hours later she awoke to no one around and an coarse racing pain in her ribs. She made an attempt to stand but found that she could barely pick her head up off the ground. He had trampled her for about 30 minutes, trying to make her uterus infertile to the seeds he'd just released within her. She stayed there for about a day before her father found her lying there. "Get up." He commanded, a pathetic gasp for breath escaping her kissers, then a grunt as she tried to stand. She was about up when Deuce rammed his chest into her shoulder, "Get up normal, your not that hurt." Sour deliberately jumping to her feet, so she wouldn't be pushed down again, crackles like those from fireworks came from her ribcage, not wanting to show her agony, she closed her eyes and bit her tongue. She walked back to the herd with her father, collapsing as she reached the comfort of the other herd mares, a throaty chuckle erupting from her father. "You're pathetic Sour, as soon as you're healed I want you to leave." A few weeks later she was driven from the herd, barely healed but not carrying the spawn of her half brother. Sour wandered for a half a year before finding Horse Mountain, still her mind is fresh with what happened to her, but she pushes those thoughts behind her to try to start a new, successful, life...
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Age - 4 yrs
Breed - Mustang Pony/ Appaloosa
Gender - Mare
Height - 14.3 1/2 hh
Build details: Thought she barely makes the height requirements for a horse, she is small, with a muscular build. Rippling shoulders && haunches, large, bright eyes, short yet powerful legs, and a broad back.
Coat - Fleabitten gray, black spots on her rump, && coarse blackish brown markings on her profile.
Eyes - Chocolate brown
Personality -
- Sassy
- Can be a b*tch, but also has a rather sweet side to her.
- Loves foals, but doesn't particularly want one of her own......... yet.
- She never has liked stallions, considering her history with them, so she tends to stay away from them but she'll stand her own if she has to.
History - Her sire, Double Deuce, was top ranked stallion at Blue Fox Farms, but was also the meanest stallion they owned. One night, a fire started in his barn, the stud busting out and broke through multiple pasture fences. Most of the horses escaped because of this, continuously running till finally they couldn't anymore. At the time she was about a year old, her mother hadn't been one of the lucky ones to get away so now all she had was her father. She thought this would be a better life for all of them but soon it was proven to her that this was a worse hell. Deuce went on a mad power streak, forcing all the mares to carry his egg, discarding his daughter. Soon foals hit the ground, mostly colts, but Deuce wasn't pleased completely. He began training them, taking them away from their mothers the day they stopped nursing, moving them to an excluded area of the territory which none of the mares were aloud to go. It was about a year later when Sour decided she wanted to know just what was going on with their "training." She was there for hours, watching her father chase the colts up a rocky mountain, forcing them to run straight up, few made it. The others either fell to their death or fell and had to deal with a beating from Deuce. She continued to go for a few days, watching this over and over, as well as his other training techniques. They held battles, placing the strongest colt against a weaker or injured colt, much blood was shed, but Deuce was pleased as he watched his young proteges slowly accept and love the taste of blood. It started with15 colts, by the end there was less than 8. Sour was disgusted but it wasn't till one day she arrived and they weren't there. She was about to turn around and leave when she heard the thundering of hooves. As she turned, she noticed her father first chasing a small bay mare toward the training area, then the rest of her half brothers each chasing a mare as well. Except for one. She watched curiously, considering she had been told no mare was aloud in the training area. As they all entered the meadow, she knew something wasn't' quite right. They all began to force breed the mares, squeals of terror and pain echoed through the valley. Her vision was blurred red with anger and repulsion, the fae turning her head so she didn't have to witness the rest of what was about to go on.
It was then, the one colt that hadn't had brought back a mare ensconed himself up behind her. Her own half brother raped her. Sinking his ivories into her silk neck, and clamping his hooves to her sides. He thrust for hours, distressed screaming expelling from her throat, she bucked and reared, trying to get him off but he was just too strong. As he dismounted he tightened the grip of his legs around her barrel, slicing her flesh to expose muscle tissue and let blood fall like rain to the ground. Her neck was covering his red liquid as well, his mind dizzy and fuzzy, she fell to the ground. Hours later she awoke to no one around and an coarse racing pain in her ribs. She made an attempt to stand but found that she could barely pick her head up off the ground. He had trampled her for about 30 minutes, trying to make her uterus infertile to the seeds he'd just released within her. She stayed there for about a day before her father found her lying there. "Get up." He commanded, a pathetic gasp for breath escaping her kissers, then a grunt as she tried to stand. She was about up when Deuce rammed his chest into her shoulder, "Get up normal, your not that hurt." Sour deliberately jumping to her feet, so she wouldn't be pushed down again, crackles like those from fireworks came from her ribcage, not wanting to show her agony, she closed her eyes and bit her tongue. She walked back to the herd with her father, collapsing as she reached the comfort of the other herd mares, a throaty chuckle erupting from her father. "You're pathetic Sour, as soon as you're healed I want you to leave." A few weeks later she was driven from the herd, barely healed but not carrying the spawn of her half brother. Sour wandered for a half a year before finding Horse Mountain, still her mind is fresh with what happened to her, but she pushes those thoughts behind her to try to start a new, successful, life...
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