Post by // Qntal ;; on Nov 22, 2010 18:08:22 GMT -5
Name:[/i], so call me that please
Darlings, you can always call me Qntal
Nickname:
Dear, my name means Nightmare
Breed:
Oh, dear you want my Lineage? Know me as a Egyptian Arabian[/i]
Gender:
My chromosome is simply a Lady[/i]
Age:
How many long seasons I have suffered is IV[/i]
Season Born:
I remember that unfortunate day as Winter
Year Created:
O, I was created by the Goddess in Year One[/u]
Description:
My lovelies, stare at my glorious beauty !
Nightmare's crown is small, frail thing that is usually held up high. The bones that make up her crown are thin, fine things that are molded to perfection. Her auds are small, tear - drop shaped, usually pricked as she listens for the sound of a creature trying to sneak up upon her, or listen to the calm sea. Her orbs are framed by long, thick lashes that sweep against her cheek as she closes her orbs. Their color is the palest ivory pearl, that seem to glow as she stares at you with a hypnotic gaze. Her maw is small, soft to the touch if she ever places her maw upon you. Her nostrils are usually flared, taking in the scent of the sea, or scenting for a new friend to drag into the water's. A smile graces her maw every now and then, but not as much as it used to be. She doesn't see anymore reasons to smile now, but she tries every now and then. Nightmares's crown connects to a long, finely sinewed neck that is usually arched as she prances across the terrain, and through the splashing waves. It's silken soft to the touch, as though you are touching satin. Her mane rolls down across it in wet tangles, touching her chest and her front pillars. Her forelock falls upon her orbs with glee.
Nightmare's neck connects to a small, wide chest that goes up and down with each breath she takes. Her chest connects to a lean, well muscled torso, scarred from many battles against equines. Her skin is tight against her flesh, showing her ribs, each twenty - six of them. Her haunches are well muscled, for she cannot jump and gallop if they where nothing but bone and fat. Her plume cascades down in elegant waves that curl around her back pillars. She is truely a beauty through and through, but really who wouldn't know this?
Nightmares's pillars are long, slim things that move with a beautiful grace. Her muscles cling to the bone, helping her move with speed and endurance without her pillars aching. Each pillar moves in synic with the other's, never stumbling or weaving as though she was intoxicated or lame. Her daggers are small, dainty things the color of pearl, with a pink hue to them. Her pillars are scarred slightly from were she scraped them against rocks, and other hazzards hidden in the lands terrain. Sand clings to her pillars usually, for she tends to keep close to the sea.
Last but not least, is the color of Nightmare's pelt. Her flesh is the lightest of ivory white, with a opal sheen on her haunches and behind her shoulders. Her mane and plume are the darkest black, with silver tips that brush against her chest and upon the terrain. Her maw is black, with pink around her nostrils, as well as the tips of her auds. She also has black stockings, with silver at her ankles. A eagles feather is tied to a strand of her mane and plume, giving her a exotic look. Black shadows her lids, like mascara that lines like a pharoah. Nightmare is a egyptian Arabian(Which gave her her coat), giving her fifteen hands of height, and powerful, yet graceful movements. She is a true equine at heart, and in form.
Weight:
O darling, you are so rude to ask but it is 1,095[/i]
Height:
I am a meager height of fifteen[/i] hands.
Personality:
O, I can be such a deceiving wench!
- Cunning:; Qntal is a very cunning creature of beauty. She is able to deceive many of a stallions claims on her, or the wish to mate. Qntal has invaded many studs, because she will not be roughly claimed by whoever is out there. Qntal wants a true stud, so she thanks her cunning to get out of the daggers of another who does not meet up to her expectations. Yet, not always is her cunning used to outsmart stallions. Qntal sometimes angers other mares, so she has to be able to get out of range from being wounded by either lyrics or daggers that could cut her flesh. Mares can be mean things when insulted, which Qntal has done a couple of times. Alas, her cunning is also used to evade the claws of a hunter who wishes to survive by her flesh.
- Intelligent:; Qntal is not some ninny whit who looks up to her lead stud to make the deceisions. She is a equine who uses her intelligence to get out of tough spots, and make a right decesion. Every now and then she will make a mistake, but not everyone is perfect. One cannot be to intelligent that they make all the right choices, for Qntal has made her plenty share of mistakes. Being too intelligent can also cause problems with hard headedness, and always thinking you are right. Qntal has a open mind, but sometimes she doesn't budge when she has made a deceision. This equine has a hard head sometimes.
- Humorous/Serious:; Qntal does have a sense of humor. She is not to serious that she will snap at the little jokes a foal or young adolescent would play. Instead, she will play her own pranks, never dangerous or bringing harm to another. Qntal loves to play around and share a good laugh, but she knows when it is time to be serious. When problems are occuring, she might say a joke or two to loosen the atmosphere, but never would she act so funny that she will distract her herd and cause damage. Qntal is no foolish filly anymore. She now knows when it is time to play, and when it is time to be serious.
- Independent:;Qntal is a independent creature. She won't always follow her leader's rule because it's not in her nature. Qntal is a creature who knows when it is time to strike out, to show that she is no soft hearted creature who will easily follow another's rule. Never will Qntal follow a stud or femmora if that are not strong enough to lead, or smart enough to make the right choices. Qntal will not be killed by her leader's foolish mistakes.
- Caring/Kind/Ect.:; Qntal can be a very sweet, kind mare to other's who deserve it and need it. She may not have a foal of her own yet, but Qntal does have a strong maternal instinct. She can see when others are in pain, or need the companionship of another to bring their spirits up. She is ready to make another smile, to play with them until their spirits soar. She cannot stand to see a sad equine in the distance, hurting from the brutality of the world. Her own childhood not being of the best, Qntal will not let other's suffer. She has promised this to herself, and will complete that promise.
- Loyal:; Qntal is a femmora who knows the word 'loyalty.' She won't betray her herd to another just for the fun of it, or at all. Qntal see's loyalty as something to hold dear to your soul, and not to betray other's. If you have no loyalty, then you have no pride. Qntal is a prideful beast, and would never under any circumstances betray another of her herd or dynasty that would put them under harm, danger, or invasion. Qntal would rather suffer a thousand deaths then betray anyone like this.
- Protective:; Qntal is a fiercly protective femmora. She protects her herd with every aspect of her being. If one memember wishes to cause harm on another, Qntal is there ready to break up the fight and to strike out against the offender. She does not like to see a equine bullied, so if a equine bullies another, watch out because Qntal will come. She cannot stand to see another hurt, so make sure you know the consequences of your actions, for the protective femmora Qntal is always around
History:
Dear, run from my black past[/i]....
I can't really tell you much about Qntal's history. All you have to know is that her childhood was horrible. She was born to lecherous parents...her father raped her when she came to the age of two. Her mother turned her crown away, not really caring for her daughter's pain. Qntals soul was injured, and she fled from her home. Only, she found many different equines who used her, and beat her until she fled once more. She is a good equine at heart, but she is saddened by her past. I won't go into detail...nor will she.
Sample Post:
Qntal flicked her auds forward as she turned her bored gaze back onto the stud. So he had much to say, did he? What a pathetic creature, thinking all his smack would get something out of her. It wasn't like he was anything either, just another wanna be bad stud who thought he had it all going on. He could act like the big bad stud now, but eventually another badder stud would come around, snap at his smack, and the brujo before him would end up dead on the ground, he carcass not even fit for scavengers or maggots to feast on. He was a worthless beast who better get out of her way and sight before she taught him how to act like a real stud, and to get the fuck out of her face. If he didn't, well she could always rip his flesh form his bones, slowly, so that he truely knew what torture and to be a bad ass killer meant, not some wanna be equine who hated the scent of blood, and the sight of rotting flesh. She wasn't like them, for she ate and drank blood like it was the flowing nectar of the gods. So he a couple minutes to back off before she ate his saucy little self up.
Rolling her orbs, Qntal listened to him prattle on about her complimenting him by calling him lord. It wasn't a compliment, but a insult saying he could never be anything higher like a king, or even a prince or something better. No, he was just fit to be a measly lord with many other studs who were not even fit for the job or title. A snort escaped her maw as she gazed at him, wondering what the hell he thought he knew. His lyrics just brushed into her auds, not really penetrating the thoughts in her mind, because truely he was a worthless piece of shit, that was not even good enough to be fertilizer under her daggers. When he chuckled, she lifted a eyebrow and listened to him rattle about not asking her who she feared. Well, did she really care if he cared or not? It wasn't like she cared what he thought of at all. He was a nobody to her, like many other's before his puny little self. A sigh escaped her lips, as she turned her crown away to stare into the glorious night.
The last few words caught Qntal attention though, and she turned to gaze at him. Fear nothing brute? I fear many things, and am not afraid to admit. You think me same like other's, but I am not so. she snorted, and let a smile play upon her maw. Pathetic asshole she thought, before turning away once more with a air of impatience. Her thoughts wandered as she let the silence of the night ease her soul, as the brujo took a breath before he ranted once more. Only when he said bitch did she glance at him, and his lyrics truely penetrate her thoughts. Something snapped inside Qntal, and she spoke, lyrics cool but with a edge of coldness What caused me to be such a bitch, Lithium you wonder? Maybe it's the raping of my own father I endured as a filly, maybe it's the years of being tortured by those who I called family and stole away the innocence of my soul. Maybe it's the equines who fear my craving for flesh and the nectar blood I drink to live. Maybe it's the years of torment I have endured for just being something that is disgusted by many. Or maybe it's the insanity and bloodlust that have invaded my mind and driven me to the brink of being a cold thirsty murder, that wishes to kill every living thing, even the foals I could give birth to. Really, it could be a lot of these things, but frankly I don't give a shit to truely think of the answer. she flicked a aud, and shook her crown, as if what she had said meant nothing to her. Truely, it didn't but who really wanted to know?
Alas, Lithium I do not care if you want power at all because many do, but not me so get out of my fucking way and find some other petty mare to tease and play with. Cause I dont have time for you nor do I have time for anything you have to dish out about me being a petty bitch, for many have done so, and truely? Caring about what you say is a total waste of my time her lyrics were bored, and carely chosen to piss off this stud, to show emotion where none was shown in her own orbs. Two could play at piss-off-the-other-person game. She would be willingly oblinge to piss off this stud and cause him to hate her as much as she already hated his superior attitude. SHe might be scarred, small, and supposedly a wanna be bad equine but who was he to judge? He was just another stud who though himself superior to her in every fucking single way. Well she didn't give a crap, and he could go on his merry way.
Qntal watched him roll his orbs, then shake his crown at the word she had chosen to describe him. Her auds flicked forth as she listened to him speak about her insults. Well, if he didn't like them then he could go and leave her alone. She didn't want his company, and felt bad for any femmora who stumbled upon him next. Flicking a gaze to the sky, Qntal stated Yes, colt little one. You do know what it means?[/ color] she said dryly, before adding Insults? I am just speaking the truth Lithium, but if your to vain to realise I speak the truth...it's not my problem she said with a casual shrug and the shake of her white and black mane that flowed down to her shoulders. Wow, the insults were coming to her faster and easier then ever. She had to hand it to her insanity, it really knew how to pack a punch.
Qntal lifted a eyebrow as he spoke, lyrics mocking as he said poor you as though something was wrong about her. Qntal snorted, not really caring what he thought about her. It was his opinion and truely she had heard every insult in the book, and this was getting old. He had to finish speaking, so she could go on her merry way and leave him to speak some other creature to death with his 'scary' and 'superior' manner of speaking. Her gaze followed him as he circled around her, but she didn't even make a move to strike. He wasn't worth it, and it would just be wasting energy to strike the stud, and anger him. Though a good fight to waste some of her anger did sound good....but alas she didn't really want to get blood on her coat. She wanted to look presentable when she found a real companion, one that wasn't the stud before her. Too superior and arrogant for her taste. It seemed a lot of studs were arrogant now a days.
So Qntal, what is it that your really after because I can see that casual conversation is not it
Those words spoken by Lithium caused a small smile to play upon Qntal's lips. Oh, so you care what I am after? It surprises my really stud that you would think of what I want so fascinating to ask about. So I don't dissapoint you, let me answer that question for you. What I am after is quiet simple: For a true frightening stud to converse with. SOrry, dear you just don't fit the bill. Not bloodthirsty or dangerous enough to spark my interest so find some other little mare to insult or try to charm. I don't have any time for little ol' you she said, bringing her crown forth to meet his gaze, and blow her breath right in his face before turning away from him and walking a few steps away, a clear dismissal.
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