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Post by Phan da Poofer on Feb 27, 2015 9:42:28 GMT
Wild Equines. It was where she had been born, five years ago, to an ordinary couple, Selena Serpent and Husky. She had been the light of their life, pampered from the moment that she was born, and yet as she got older she felt incomplete; restless even. It wasn't until she was almost old enough to leave home and look for a mate of her own that she realized she just didn't belong to the neutral alliance. She felt held back, like she was unable to be who she was supposed to be, and the bitter resentment built inside her until it filled her. She became sullen, a painted and pampered princess whom her parents doted upon, and she rejected their gifts without hesitation. She didn't want to be coddled. She wanted to live! She wanted to breathe and to never worry about how she presented herself to the equines around herself. It was hard because she had wanted to keep her parents happy, but as fate would have it, she was granted the opportunity to set out on her own a little earlier than normal by a cruel accident that left her mother clinging to the frayed ropes of life. It had been in that moment that Narcissa had made up her mind to set off on her own -- but it had also been the moment in which had destroyed her the most. Her mother, on her dying breaths, had told her that her marriage hadn't been what it seemed, and to never let a stallion get close to her. Narcissa had been floored -- shocked even -- and she had vowed to keep that promise to her mother. Now, here she was, three years later, having fallen in love with two different stallions, and not really much to show for it except anger, resentment, and a whole hell of a lot of confusion. As it was, she didn't know what the fuck was going on now. She didn't even know why she was still here. She knew why she had come, for Baron, of course, but she hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since she had arrived and had talked to him. She could understand if he needed some space but this much? She snorted in frustration, her ashen-tinted paperthins flaring to expel carbon dioxide into the intangible atmosphere 'pon twin spirals of heavy mist, the sweat dripping from her over-worked frame but her painted body was already chilled from the extreme cold temperatures. She had stood around in Baron's new found lands in an attempt to try to catch him whenever he made himself present but it seemed like he had pretty much disappeared for the time being. She doubted if he would even be back. Rolling her shoulders forward and then backward to relieve some of the ache in her exerted frame, her mocha spheres traveled over the frosted lithosphere with a critical eye in an attempt to find anything that was out of the ordinary. She didn't know Fragmentation that well yet and she wanted to make sure that she kept alert in case she ran into trouble -- not that she couldn't take care of herself, because she was perfectly capable of doing that. No, she just wanted to make sure that her slowly healing body could handle the pressure of another full blown fight before she did anything rash or stupid. With this, she gave a small shake of her mahogany and alabaster painted cerebrum as her raven-black whipcords flicked against her alabaster appendages and she just continued to look over the land, lost in thought, all but ignoring absolutely everyone around here. It wasn't like she would be recognized here anyway.
OOC;; This is open. Feel free to join! I just wanted to throw up a thread with her. :3
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 2, 2015 20:44:20 GMT
 This new land was all sorts of crazy. Winged equines, heaven and hell, what else? Magic? The dappled rusty hued vix snorted out her laughter, rolling caramel eyes before her maw parted in a yawn, warm breath causing mist to form in front of her lips. She was really getting sick and tired of the cold here. Winter was probably her least favorite of all of the seasons. She didn't like extreme hot or cold but mostly the cold. When it was hot she could at least go for a swim to cool down but during the winter months that seemed to be dragging on and on this year, Lolita's only choice was to find somewhere warm to stay and hibernate, basically, which she hated. Lolita hadn't staying in one place for too long. It was annoying. She liked to travel and meet others and fuck shit up. And just fuck in general. Thus far, she'd made only one "friend" here in Fragmentation. Keysi was her name and she was an excellent lay but she had a mate and Lolita wanted no part of that. She didn't believe in love and sticking to one partner, which was the norm for mated equines. Oh no. She would much rather tempt men and women into sleeping with her and then breaking their hearts. Again and again and again. It was all she knew, all the wanted to know.
Now who do we have here? A fresh scent entered her nares and the minx inhaled deeply, smirking. It was the scent of another mare and the scent was new. She was nearby, then. Good. While Lolita had been hoping for a stud to befriend this time around, she was never one to turn down a chance to seduce another female. Following the scent, humming quietly to herself, the petite yet curvy female called out to the other mare, smiling warmly as she spotted the figure. "Hello," she greeted the stranger, her voice warm and friendly.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 4, 2015 14:29:40 GMT
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Post by fleabittengray on May 13, 2015 19:30:53 GMT
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Post by fleabittengray on May 28, 2015 17:14:19 GMT
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