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Joined: Aug 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 13 Karma: 0 |  | love or LUST; « Thread Started on Aug 20, 2007, 10:55pm » | |
okay. so, about after a while and Valky and I are pretty much done with our current thread, theonitus starts to get weird feelings.he wouldn't quite call it love since of course he doesn't think he can love. but, it is a sensation burning inside of him, sending him mixed emotions about kolski. he is assured its only lust for her. but really, he is softened up by love. so, he eventually claims kolski, and of course kolski has no problem with that. soon after living with theonitus, a young stag comes in search of harsh training. theonitus is quite proud that he was the candidate, and quickly accepted. the training began, the stag earning theonitus's trust day by day to the point of theonitus trusting the stag with a great deal of his life. and soon enough, the stag knew every trick and fighting skill in theonitus's book. though, one lonesome night, the stag blindfolded kolski and beat her harshly until she gave in and followed him to his own lands. the stag was jealous that theonitus had such a beautiful wench and wanted her pleasure all to himself. so, it was best to steal her when he knew how to beat theonitus to the ground with all of his foolish tricks of the trade. sure, theonitus thought he could always trust the stag, but this time, he thought he had been given too much power and could fool the old, worn out theonitus. or so he thought. the stag knew theonitus had feelings for kolski, whether or not he assured he didn't or not. it was true. after spending time with theonitus, the stag could read him like a childrens book. that is why he stole kolski while he was fast asleep, oblivious to the outside world. after arriving at his lands, the stag did not hold back. he unmercilessly raped kolski, as hard as he could possibly throw onto her. she was tortured endlessly, put in a cell as if she was a light slave. it was all his's doing to make theonitus wrapped up in his endless fury, not able to notice how badly she was being treated. they sent him foolish messages and images, luring him to come and believe he was seeing kolski living the life in the stag's land, loving him dearly, and left him to live and love the stag. when, really the wench he was seeing was an imposter, a mirror image of kolski and a member of the stag's lands. theonitus soon believed that kolski was happier with the stag and threw kolski to the far back of his cluttered mind. but one day, when he least expected it, theonitus came across kolski and the wretched stag. he was trying to take a leisurely run when he was interested in the nearby frets. he lurked up, not yet seen. it was clear, right infront of his glazed eyes. the stag was throwing all of his weight at kolski's fragile framework. the stag wrapped his ivory teeth onto her flesh, leaving heavy bruises and open wounds. she stood right on the thin edge of the bluff. the stag, trying to force her off the edge and hope for shattered bones. kolski fought back as hard as she could, discarding the painful signals her body was sending her. she gave up on theonitus ever coming to her rescue. after all, this was no fairytale. she thought she was just another fish in the sea to theonitus. nothing more. but, who knows what theonitus will do next.
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hee. i find it quite interesting. but, now we just need someone to be 'the stag' so, we are holding auditions for the stag right here. just fill out this form and we will choose who will get their role. once someone is chosen, we can get the ball rollin!
Name: the name of your charrie Age: the age of your charrie; should be fairly young Breed: the breed of your charrie Quick Appearance: a very quick appearance; should be fairly large and frightening Alliance: your charrie's alliance; should be dark Quick Personality a very quick personality; should be mean Auditioning Post should be fairly long and detailed to show how much you want the part
Code:[b]Name:[/b] the name of your charrie [b]Age:[/b] the age of your charrie; should be fairly young [b]Breed:[/b] the breed of your charrie [b]Quick Appearance:[/b] a very quick appearance; should be fairly large and frightening [b]Alliance:[/b] your charrie's alliance; should be dark [b]Quick Personality[/b] a very quick personality; should be mean [b]Auditioning Post[/b] should be fairly long and detailed to show how much you want the part |
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so, we are looking for the perfect stag to play the part. it will be a lot of fun, so hurry and audition people!
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Joined: Sept 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 26 Location: Virginia, USA Karma: 0 |  | Re: love or LUST; « Reply #1 on Sept 10, 2007, 9:34pm » | |
I'll audition. 
Name: Black Havoc Age: 6
Breed: Percheron
Quick Appearance: 16.2 hands high, completely black, and a scar on his neck.
Alliance: Dark
Quick Personality: he is spiteful and cruel, and does not fear another stallion. he doesn't think twice about using and abusing mares, in fact, the more pain he inflicts, the happier he is. he cares not for the wellbeing of others, as long as he is satisfied, and he is rarely satisfied. he is easy to make jealous, and hates those who think they are better than him
Auditoning Post: Ebon brute tromped through the terr, his mind set on one thing, and one thing only. Death. He had a lust for it, he needed it. It was his food, it was his water, it was his very soul. He was born into the world kicking, screaming, and killing. And by his standards, that would be the same way he left it. His obsidian talons struck the ground mercilously as he traveled in a graceful canter. His bulky form was a black pillar against the setting sun, a becon of hatred to those who looked upon him.
As his body moved forward, his thoughts moved backward. Back in time, to his childhood. If you could call it such. He had succeeded in his first real murder when he was only two days old. It had been a fox. He had seen the creature feasting on a freshly mauled rabbit, and couldn't resist finding out just what that fox would look like in the bunny's situation. And so, he had charged, his already-filled out muscles rippling, a death call emitting from his vocals. The fox had tried to flee...it had put up a good chase. But the colt was faster. Much faster. His claws had groped for the carnivore's hind legs, and had no trouble finding them. With a sickening, pleasing crack, the fox was imobilized. But Havoc wanted to find out just how long he could torture the red creature before it perished. And so, he had reared, slamming down on the furry animal's front legs, shattering those as well. Bone meeting hoof had been an amazing feel, and had started the lust for death. The sound was unforgettable...like a rock being thrown against a cliffside and shattering at impact. The blood had begun to pour from the squirming legs, tainting the black hooves of Havoc. Curious as to what what staining him, the colt's smooth tongue glided along the side of his claw, and he was satisfied. It was a metal-like taste, and was quite pleasing.
Not having enough fun, Havoc had reached down and tore at the creature's stomach with his ivories. Its flesh was soft, rolling, and so easily torn. Again, his mouth tasted of bitter copper, of sweet iron, of glorious blood. He could not get enough of it. And so, he had continued his tortures, shattering what he felt had been every bone in the canine's body before finally putting it out of its misery...by ripping its head off. That had been an iteresting experience in itself, and was enough to have the foal hunting again in a matter of days.
And then there had been his first breeding. He had started early, feeling the need to try such activities at a mere nine months. And so, he had found himself a suitable filly. One much shorter than he, and far younger. He copied his older brother, gathered his haunches, and leapt on top of her before she could make a sound. He had thrust himself against her, his front pistons gripping her sides tightly, his teeth keeping her banner clenched tightly. She had bucked, she had squealed, but there was no safety for her. He had found her, and he had found his second passion. Ah, glorious life.
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