Post by ♥ b e l l a on Oct 28, 2006 14:42:16 GMT -5
b e l l a
f e m i n i n e
m i d n i g h t h u e
4 t u r n s
h i s t o r y: s e c r e t...
p e r s o n a l i t y: bella is very outgoing, and knows just what to do in many akward situations. She has a kind, large heart with room for anyone. But if you get her angry, she knows how to hold a mean grudge. She is forgiving when she feels it is necesarry, and sassy when her mood is right.
s a m p l e p o s t:
Supple appendages grazed the fresh earth, a few pieces of the loam fleeing behind her jet barrel. A long, charcoal banner slashed at the pesky horseflies that tended to shroud the dove's, mostly on her cuts. Her left hindleg limped a bit, perhaps from a brutal beating. However, her coat shone like a newly cleaned piece of ebony, and her honeyglazed optics sparkled in the midday sun. The fae's charred threads whipped about her daintly chisled dial, framing her face with slightly paler locks. Even with her handful of scratches and slight limp, you see she is beautiful, and boy, does she know it. The way she carries herself over the tender ground, the way she holds her head high, prideful. But you wonder where she has come from, why is she like this? Was she beaten in her old home, like the tales you hear from the horses that have escaped from stables? Or was she from a home like yours, on the peaceful, quiet plains. Perhaps she has just had a boute of bad luck. Or is there something more to it? However, nothing shows behind those impaling amber pools. All you can see in them is a reflection of the glorious summer day, a clear sky, and a handful of birds... Her tale starts on a day not unlike this, when she was but two years old, fresh from her father's harem...
A few birds dart about the heavens, flying high up in its never-ending blue. A jet-hued flicka skims over the top of the emerald foothills, rolling over their soft surface. Her face is happy, keen for adventure. She was free. But wait; a dark figure approaches from behind her, no! Two dark figures, perhaps more. Their speed is more rapid than hers, and you see fear build in those impassive eyes. Who were these equus, and what did they want with her? They moved in on her, all eight of them, creating a circlet of equines. The mysterious beings blocked off every route for her to escape by, and the fear that had shone in her eyes earlier grew to a vast amount, and she began to shake. The largest stag of the bunch, for they were clearly male, began pacing towards Bella. She froze, fearing the worst. Her ebon appendages gave way as he mounted her. Bella could feel him enter he bod, her private self. Tears streamed from her optics, covering her face in a thin layer of salt. Oh, the humiliation she had felt at that moment, and the fear that she would have to give birth to such a monster's child. As soon as he was through with his business, he tossed his head, and the band left Bella, as rapidly as they had come. She was alone.
A few months passed, and her third birthday came around. She had not felt any life stirring in her barrel. Though it relieved her greatly, she still could not forget the band of dark equines, and the feel of the stag over her, the feel of him in her system...she shuddered, and any joy that has been in her eyes was gone once again. She had come to live in Mallen's harem, a kind stag who had helped her through her troubles. They had bonded wonderfully, but not like lovers. Just best friends. There were no other stag's in Mallen's harem, which was different from her father's, but easy to cope with. It was so much better being able to do many things without the random brute interrupting your train of thought. Just Mallen. And Bella had made mayn new friends quickly in this herd. She truly felt at home. Until one day, when Mallen asked for a foal from her. He had snuck up on her quietly, and playfully nipped her on the rump. Oh Mallen, what ever will I do with you? She teased him, a gleeful smile spreading across her maw. But then, Mallen got serious. Bella, could I talk to you for a minute? Bella followed him willingly, around one of the foothills of the mountain. His face looked boyish in the soft light, and Bella felt so peaceful with him...Bella, I think its time for you and me to, well, you know, mate. He smiled in that irresistable way of his, and Bella felt her heart melt. But a foal? Was that really what she wanted? Mallen, I, I... she stammerd. Just say you will. He replied. Well, alright. I do love you Mallen. She smiled embarassed. And I you, He said. And then she felt his weight spread across her rump as her ladned on her, and felt him spread life in her womb. Lust swam through her veins, rushing all her senses. This was completely different than it had been with the dark stag. in fact, she actually liked it. But a year passed, and no life grew within her, no kick of pleasure from a foal. Mallen grew impactient, and lashed out at her shoulder with his hoof. Belle retreated instantly, and fled. Bella, wait! You know I didn't mean it! But she was gone. Bella wasn't barren...she just had a tough time becoming pregnant. But in her mind, she was useless. A useless lump of clay, gone to waste in the hot sun.
But this is not the femma you see, no. So what has changed her outlook on life, you might ask. There is more to her story than what has been revealed...
-first person-
A few jade evergreens swiped at my well-curved bodice, a handful cuts slipping onto my pelt. The brilliant heavens showered warm sunlight, and it wrapped itself around my well proportioned bodice, giving it a brilliant silver sheen, glowing on the black hairs that covered me. I felt a bubble of excitement mixed with nerves float from my gut, where butterflies fluttered menacingly. A couple of fowl floated on the air currents, darting through thin clouds. My nimble gait was smooth and soft over the parched summer loam. My crimson dreads smothered my face, as if trying to strangle the happiness out of me. I had not been happy in so long; it felt as if I had shed a skin that had grown to small. I felt free. But why was I so happy? What had caused this joyful outburst? It wasn't the fact that I had failed once again- no, that was not it. It wasn't that deep down inside, I knew that I was a useless wench, so that couldn't be it. It was because I had finally split the bonds that had tied me down for so long, I had broken the links of having to stay in a harem. Though I was normally displeased to be left on my own, and a bit afraid after what had happened so long ago, this aloneness, this freedom, was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew that I could never go back to Mallen, even after what he had said. It was just too hard, and too many memories would be triggered from seeing his face... I just couldn't do it. So I had decided to come to a land, where everyone was happy and free of ties. I had decided to come to Winds. It sounded perfect; small harems, good stags, and many lands so that I wouldn't be too close to other herds. Perfect. Now, all I would have to do was wait. And wait. And wait...
((done. this is my claiming post as well. btw, its Gracie from WoC
))
f e m i n i n e
m i d n i g h t h u e
4 t u r n s
h i s t o r y: s e c r e t...
p e r s o n a l i t y: bella is very outgoing, and knows just what to do in many akward situations. She has a kind, large heart with room for anyone. But if you get her angry, she knows how to hold a mean grudge. She is forgiving when she feels it is necesarry, and sassy when her mood is right.
s a m p l e p o s t:
Supple appendages grazed the fresh earth, a few pieces of the loam fleeing behind her jet barrel. A long, charcoal banner slashed at the pesky horseflies that tended to shroud the dove's, mostly on her cuts. Her left hindleg limped a bit, perhaps from a brutal beating. However, her coat shone like a newly cleaned piece of ebony, and her honeyglazed optics sparkled in the midday sun. The fae's charred threads whipped about her daintly chisled dial, framing her face with slightly paler locks. Even with her handful of scratches and slight limp, you see she is beautiful, and boy, does she know it. The way she carries herself over the tender ground, the way she holds her head high, prideful. But you wonder where she has come from, why is she like this? Was she beaten in her old home, like the tales you hear from the horses that have escaped from stables? Or was she from a home like yours, on the peaceful, quiet plains. Perhaps she has just had a boute of bad luck. Or is there something more to it? However, nothing shows behind those impaling amber pools. All you can see in them is a reflection of the glorious summer day, a clear sky, and a handful of birds... Her tale starts on a day not unlike this, when she was but two years old, fresh from her father's harem...
A few birds dart about the heavens, flying high up in its never-ending blue. A jet-hued flicka skims over the top of the emerald foothills, rolling over their soft surface. Her face is happy, keen for adventure. She was free. But wait; a dark figure approaches from behind her, no! Two dark figures, perhaps more. Their speed is more rapid than hers, and you see fear build in those impassive eyes. Who were these equus, and what did they want with her? They moved in on her, all eight of them, creating a circlet of equines. The mysterious beings blocked off every route for her to escape by, and the fear that had shone in her eyes earlier grew to a vast amount, and she began to shake. The largest stag of the bunch, for they were clearly male, began pacing towards Bella. She froze, fearing the worst. Her ebon appendages gave way as he mounted her. Bella could feel him enter he bod, her private self. Tears streamed from her optics, covering her face in a thin layer of salt. Oh, the humiliation she had felt at that moment, and the fear that she would have to give birth to such a monster's child. As soon as he was through with his business, he tossed his head, and the band left Bella, as rapidly as they had come. She was alone.
A few months passed, and her third birthday came around. She had not felt any life stirring in her barrel. Though it relieved her greatly, she still could not forget the band of dark equines, and the feel of the stag over her, the feel of him in her system...she shuddered, and any joy that has been in her eyes was gone once again. She had come to live in Mallen's harem, a kind stag who had helped her through her troubles. They had bonded wonderfully, but not like lovers. Just best friends. There were no other stag's in Mallen's harem, which was different from her father's, but easy to cope with. It was so much better being able to do many things without the random brute interrupting your train of thought. Just Mallen. And Bella had made mayn new friends quickly in this herd. She truly felt at home. Until one day, when Mallen asked for a foal from her. He had snuck up on her quietly, and playfully nipped her on the rump. Oh Mallen, what ever will I do with you? She teased him, a gleeful smile spreading across her maw. But then, Mallen got serious. Bella, could I talk to you for a minute? Bella followed him willingly, around one of the foothills of the mountain. His face looked boyish in the soft light, and Bella felt so peaceful with him...Bella, I think its time for you and me to, well, you know, mate. He smiled in that irresistable way of his, and Bella felt her heart melt. But a foal? Was that really what she wanted? Mallen, I, I... she stammerd. Just say you will. He replied. Well, alright. I do love you Mallen. She smiled embarassed. And I you, He said. And then she felt his weight spread across her rump as her ladned on her, and felt him spread life in her womb. Lust swam through her veins, rushing all her senses. This was completely different than it had been with the dark stag. in fact, she actually liked it. But a year passed, and no life grew within her, no kick of pleasure from a foal. Mallen grew impactient, and lashed out at her shoulder with his hoof. Belle retreated instantly, and fled. Bella, wait! You know I didn't mean it! But she was gone. Bella wasn't barren...she just had a tough time becoming pregnant. But in her mind, she was useless. A useless lump of clay, gone to waste in the hot sun.
But this is not the femma you see, no. So what has changed her outlook on life, you might ask. There is more to her story than what has been revealed...
-first person-
A few jade evergreens swiped at my well-curved bodice, a handful cuts slipping onto my pelt. The brilliant heavens showered warm sunlight, and it wrapped itself around my well proportioned bodice, giving it a brilliant silver sheen, glowing on the black hairs that covered me. I felt a bubble of excitement mixed with nerves float from my gut, where butterflies fluttered menacingly. A couple of fowl floated on the air currents, darting through thin clouds. My nimble gait was smooth and soft over the parched summer loam. My crimson dreads smothered my face, as if trying to strangle the happiness out of me. I had not been happy in so long; it felt as if I had shed a skin that had grown to small. I felt free. But why was I so happy? What had caused this joyful outburst? It wasn't the fact that I had failed once again- no, that was not it. It wasn't that deep down inside, I knew that I was a useless wench, so that couldn't be it. It was because I had finally split the bonds that had tied me down for so long, I had broken the links of having to stay in a harem. Though I was normally displeased to be left on my own, and a bit afraid after what had happened so long ago, this aloneness, this freedom, was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I knew that I could never go back to Mallen, even after what he had said. It was just too hard, and too many memories would be triggered from seeing his face... I just couldn't do it. So I had decided to come to a land, where everyone was happy and free of ties. I had decided to come to Winds. It sounded perfect; small harems, good stags, and many lands so that I wouldn't be too close to other herds. Perfect. Now, all I would have to do was wait. And wait. And wait...
((done. this is my claiming post as well. btw, its Gracie from WoC
))