Post by Sacoorah on Nov 18, 2014 0:35:40 GMT
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Name: Keysi
Breed: Kiger Mustang X Lusitano
Age: 4.5 Years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Silver Grullo
Mane and Tail colour: Mane: Grullo; Tail: Silver Grullo fading to Grullo at the end
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Markings: A white pastern on her left hindleg, no others
Height: 15.2 Hands
Personality: Keysi's name means "From the Heart", but she is far from a sweet heart. She's mean, violent, evil, and she is not afraid to face down someone bigger than she is. She's fiercely loyal to those that have been lucky enough to get close to her and that have been able to get past her walls. She is often found going and looking for a fight...or a one night stand. She's a beautiful mare and she knows it, she will taunt and tease the boys and the girls too. She's somewhat afraid to let anyone get too close to her, she's been hurt one to many times before. She's learned how to be an excellent fighter and her scars prove she can handle herself. She will flirt with others, and if she really likes you, she'll stick around for a few days, open up a few shields to let you in but she will snap them shut again, if she feels threatened. But really, once you get past all of her defenses, you'll she's a wonderful, friend, ally or mate, but it'll be a long hard road to snag her affections. But feel free to try.
History: It was mid-fall when she was born, Winter's grip was beginning to tighten over the lands and there had even been an early couple of snow falls, the white blankets had lingered over the lands. Keysi was born into one of them. Her herd had been one of the most feared ones around, her own sire had been a very feared stud, he was know to be extremely abusive and violent. Her dam had been feared but not to the same extent, she was a bit too gentle compared to the Don. When Keysi was born, from the second her tiny frame hit the freezing hillock of snow, she had been forced down a terrible road. She'd nearly died a couple of days after her birth.
She'd been rescued by her mother's sister, warmed and fed, and then she was protected until she turned a year and a half. At that point, the Don decided to take his fury out on her as all his other toys had been murdered by him. Keysi's mother couldn't keep the Don from her. He would get angry at someone else in his herd and he would drag Keysi out of hiding, kick her, bite her, tear her apart, then throw her away like trash. At two, the Don still used her to release his fury, he still kicked, bit, and tore her leaving deep, deadly gashes on her pretty silver Grulla coat, leaving tracks of blood streaking it.
At two and a half, when Keysi became mature, the Don still beat on her, kicked her, bit her, tore her apart, and then he went so far as to rape her, and continue to do so. As she figured out what had been happening, the next time she was dragged before the Don, she fought back. She screamed at him, kicked, bit, tore, knocked him over even though he stood taller than she, he was over seventeen hands. Frankly, the Don was shocked, his toy finally had begun to fight back. He lay and peered up at her as she heaved and glared down at him. She continued to fight him, every time she was dragged before him. As she'd been growing up, Keysi had found she enjoyed spending time with other foals, both males and females, but she could never stay with one until she met up with Arc. He'd been the one Keysi had let in and he had then turned around and helped the Don rape and beat her.
Keysi immediately locked her heart and soul up, and kept others away from her, only spending a single night with others. When she had grown tired of her father and Arc, she had split, vanishing under cover of darkness. And then she came here. This would be where she would start over new. No more abuse, no more loving, nothing but a clean slate. But please, feel free to try and draw her out again, see the being she really could be.
Feedback on Rules? They're excellent, easily understood.
Where did you find us? Heard about it from Racer.
Original
Name: Keysi
Breed: Kiger Mustang X Lusitano
Age: 4.5 Years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Silver Grullo
Mane and Tail colour: Mane: Grullo; Tail: Silver Grullo fading to Grullo at the end
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Markings: A white pastern on her left hindleg, no others
Height: 15.2 Hands
Personality: Keysi's name means "From the Heart", but she is far from a sweet heart. She's mean, violent, evil, and she is not afraid to face down someone bigger than she is. She's fiercely loyal to those that have been lucky enough to get close to her and that have been able to get past her walls. She is often found going and looking for a fight...or a one night stand. She's a beautiful mare and she knows it, she will taunt and tease the boys and the girls too. She's somewhat afraid to let anyone get too close to her, she's been hurt one to many times before. She's learned how to be an excellent fighter and her scars prove she can handle herself. She will flirt with others, and if she really likes you, she'll stick around for a few days, open up a few shields to let you in but she will snap them shut again, if she feels threatened. But really, once you get past all of her defenses, you'll she's a wonderful, friend, ally or mate, but it'll be a long hard road to snag her affections. But feel free to try.
History: It was mid-fall when she was born, Winter's grip was beginning to tighten over the lands and there had even been an early couple of snow falls, the white blankets had lingered over the lands. Keysi was born into one of them. Her herd had been one of the most feared ones around, her own sire had been a very feared stud, he was know to be extremely abusive and violent. Her dam had been feared but not to the same extent, she was a bit too gentle compared to the Don. When Keysi was born, from the second her tiny frame hit the freezing hillock of snow, she had been forced down a terrible road. She'd nearly died a couple of days after her birth.
She'd been rescued by her mother's sister, warmed and fed, and then she was protected until she turned a year and a half. At that point, the Don decided to take his fury out on her as all his other toys had been murdered by him. Keysi's mother couldn't keep the Don from her. He would get angry at someone else in his herd and he would drag Keysi out of hiding, kick her, bite her, tear her apart, then throw her away like trash. At two, the Don still used her to release his fury, he still kicked, bit, and tore her leaving deep, deadly gashes on her pretty silver Grulla coat, leaving tracks of blood streaking it.
At two and a half, when Keysi became mature, the Don still beat on her, kicked her, bit her, tore her apart, and then he went so far as to rape her, and continue to do so. As she figured out what had been happening, the next time she was dragged before the Don, she fought back. She screamed at him, kicked, bit, tore, knocked him over even though he stood taller than she, he was over seventeen hands. Frankly, the Don was shocked, his toy finally had begun to fight back. He lay and peered up at her as she heaved and glared down at him. She continued to fight him, every time she was dragged before him. As she'd been growing up, Keysi had found she enjoyed spending time with other foals, both males and females, but she could never stay with one until she met up with Arc. He'd been the one Keysi had let in and he had then turned around and helped the Don rape and beat her.
Keysi immediately locked her heart and soul up, and kept others away from her, only spending a single night with others. When she had grown tired of her father and Arc, she had split, vanishing under cover of darkness. And then she came here. This would be where she would start over new. No more abuse, no more loving, nothing but a clean slate. But please, feel free to try and draw her out again, see the being she really could be.
Feedback on Rules? They're excellent, easily understood.
Where did you find us? Heard about it from Racer.
