Post by Dusty's Girl on Mar 16, 2011 20:00:33 GMT -5
Name: Wicked
Age: 5 years old
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare
Height 14.1 hh
Color: Wild Bay
Markings: Star, Snip, left hind sock
Special: Scars lining her left side
Blood. It was all that she tasted and all that she saw. It ran in rivulets down her light brown fur and vanished into her black markings. She shuddered in pleasure as her teeth tore into flesh, tearing into it with relish as the mare beneath her teeth screamed in agony. The peace of the herd had been shattered as the bay daughter of the lead mare attacked with a vengeance unknown to those of the plains, the chestnut mare falling prey to a wicked intention that had been set into motion after the bay daughter had been birthed.
But it was before this attack, she had trembled in complete rage. She had wanted to rule and now she had the old leader beneather her bloody hooves. Her name had been Ella, a quiet and peaceful young mare. Her mother was a strong lead mare that was quite compassionate in her ruling. Ella watched as her mother took in every horse that attempted to come into the territory, stallions and mares alike. It was this kindness that had been the beginning of the end. At the age of a year old, Ella was covered by a large and ruthless stallion. The pain was unbearable and the resulting foal did not live long enough to be birthed. As she struggled to take in what happened, she turned against her compassionate mother. Her mind grew dark and her soul withered in her heart. She felt the hate grow within her and she relished it. The first attempt at her agression was as she killled a young colt. Her half brother. The blood tasted wonderful in her mouth as she tore into the young foal's neck. He fell dead at her hooves and she rolled in his life's blood.
For the next few years, she became a foal killer. She killed the offspring of her mother and the savage stallion that raped her. She moved from those foals to killing the yearlings that taunted her. It was after she lashed out at the last yearling that she was caught and driven from the herd. Her own mother spat a name at her that would stick for life. Wicked. Wicked was her new name and her new calling. She would kill her mother and any that opposed her. Her teeth would tear into flesh, her saliva would mix with blood in her thoat, and her coat would be stained with the blood of her opponents.
Age: 5 years old
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare
Height 14.1 hh
Color: Wild Bay
Markings: Star, Snip, left hind sock
Special: Scars lining her left side
Blood. It was all that she tasted and all that she saw. It ran in rivulets down her light brown fur and vanished into her black markings. She shuddered in pleasure as her teeth tore into flesh, tearing into it with relish as the mare beneath her teeth screamed in agony. The peace of the herd had been shattered as the bay daughter of the lead mare attacked with a vengeance unknown to those of the plains, the chestnut mare falling prey to a wicked intention that had been set into motion after the bay daughter had been birthed.
But it was before this attack, she had trembled in complete rage. She had wanted to rule and now she had the old leader beneather her bloody hooves. Her name had been Ella, a quiet and peaceful young mare. Her mother was a strong lead mare that was quite compassionate in her ruling. Ella watched as her mother took in every horse that attempted to come into the territory, stallions and mares alike. It was this kindness that had been the beginning of the end. At the age of a year old, Ella was covered by a large and ruthless stallion. The pain was unbearable and the resulting foal did not live long enough to be birthed. As she struggled to take in what happened, she turned against her compassionate mother. Her mind grew dark and her soul withered in her heart. She felt the hate grow within her and she relished it. The first attempt at her agression was as she killled a young colt. Her half brother. The blood tasted wonderful in her mouth as she tore into the young foal's neck. He fell dead at her hooves and she rolled in his life's blood.
For the next few years, she became a foal killer. She killed the offspring of her mother and the savage stallion that raped her. She moved from those foals to killing the yearlings that taunted her. It was after she lashed out at the last yearling that she was caught and driven from the herd. Her own mother spat a name at her that would stick for life. Wicked. Wicked was her new name and her new calling. She would kill her mother and any that opposed her. Her teeth would tear into flesh, her saliva would mix with blood in her thoat, and her coat would be stained with the blood of her opponents.
