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[Bengal Brat]

Welcome
To the Characters of Anger

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This is where I keep track of my Sobibor characters, both for me and you. Here, you will find the profiles of each and every character in which I play, whether it be wolf or horse, female or male. Each individual character has their information updated regularly, considering the fact that I always find out something new about them as I continue to roleplay, so you can be sure that everything said about them here is acurate and up-to-date.

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Feelings

If you look to the bottom of each character's profile, you will see a section titled 'Feelings.' That is where I record information as to who that particular character has met, and how they feel about that wolf or horse. Below is a key so you understand what that 'saying' means (Warning-there are a lot, so each acquaintance probably will have numerous).
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+ Who are you again? (I've met you before, but you're not important enough for me to remember your name)
+ And I care why? (I could care less what you have to say-it means nothing to me)
+ I wish a moose would shove you off a cliff, sh.t head (I despise you, and if I get the chance, you're -literally- dead meat)
+ Your wish is my command (I submit to you)
+ Consider yourself targeted (I hate your guts, and if I run into you, it won't be a pretty sight)
+ I owe you my life (It should be self explanatory-for one reason or another, I literally owe you my life)
+ Why do I even bother? (There's no pleasing you, no matter what I do, and I know it)
+ You fleabag! (You've obviously displeased me in one way or another)
+ As you wish (I submit to you, but it doesn't mean that I like it)
+ No worries (I realize you're higher than me, and I won't challenge you)
+ I'm forever yours (I've fallen head over heels in love with you, and you know it. It'll take a lot for that to change)
+ You're just another fling (You were a momentary love, but I don't really have any feelings for you)
+ Wanna know a secret? (I trust you fully)
+ You're my bud! (We're friends)
+ I never wanna see you again! (You betrayed me, and/or broke my heart)
+ I'll never submit to you (You can think that I have to obey you, but lemme tell you right now, a.sw.pe-that ain't gonna happen)
+ You lied to my face (That should be self explanatory-you lied to my face about something)
+ You don't care about me (I know that you could care less what happens to me)
+ Bow down (I'm your master, and you'd better respect me)
+ Kiss my .ss (You suck. Period.)
+ Get over it (I don't like you, so just move on)
+ Okay, I guess (That explains itself; I think you're okay)
+ Just a crush (I kinda like you, but I don't know if my feelings will grow)
+ You're nice (I like you more than some others, but I don't have a crush)
+Mixed Emotions (I think I love you, but some things you do just erk the hell out of me)
+Love & Hate (I seem to jump emotions; one minute, I love you to death, and the next, I wish you were dead)
+Breakin' My Heart (You broke my heart; as simple as that)
+Dunno what to think (I love you, yet I feel that I love another. I don't know if I can choose between you!)

(By the way... this does not include any wolf's/horse's own children or family)

[Bengal Brat]

The wolves


Howls ring in your ears as you walk into a small clearing full of daisies. Soft yips and growls are now all that you hear, for many eyes are now fixed on you. You look around, and see the slender bodies of many canines sitting, staring at you. Ears pricked, muzzles held high. This is a sight that not many a human is fortunate enough to see--the entire wolf population of Angry Bengal Brat. This is something that only happens once a year, so take this in while you can-you may never get another chance.

[Bengal Brat]

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The Fea Wolves


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At birth, she was called... Enrage


But you may refer to her as... Rage


My scent tells you that she is... Female

Her age is... 6 moonflights (years)


Her looks are... unlike any other wolf's. Her pelt is a redish-brown with flecks of jet black. Rage's ears are also black. Her eyes are a piercing golden yellow. Many a wolf has said that she is 'simply stunning,' but she wouldn't go -that- far.
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After Rydan's disappearance, Rage devoted herself to training the pups of Amareta Forest. Hard muscles, sharp claws, and dagger-like fangs make her a deadly opponent when p.ssed off. Her pelt has grown about four inches in the past two years or so, and its glossiness has increased. Eyes lightened to a bright lemon yellow, while her coat darkened quite a bit, with black and dark brown splotches appearing out of no where.


You can tell that she is a... Red Wolf/Gray Wolf cross


She stands at... 28"


She acts... incredibly arrogant and disrespectful at times. She wants to be in control, but is deprived of that right. So long as she not in heat, Rage uses her beauty to get what she wants; She tries to impress her master so that she may someday become a master herself. When Rage is in heat, however, she stays as far away from her master as possible- no pups for her, thank you very much. Rage acts extremely b.tchy often, which normally gets her punished quite often. However, she's not as rude and obnoxious as the femme may seem; she is actually nice to other females, so long as they are not 'above her.' Males? Get away from her. By the way... if you can't tell, she's bipolar.
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After meeting Rydan, the love of her life, Rage became a total sweet-heart. Her sour tones almost completely disappeared, and she preferred to stay out of all of the drama within the pack. Then, when her mate went out to hunt and never returned, Rage was sent into denial, which is where she remains to this day.


Her past... is unfortunate. From the moment Rage was born, her parents-her mother being a slave, and her father her master-have known what will happen soon in her life; she is a 'toy for pleasure.' Her father often bred to her many times before she reached the stage of going into heat; as soon as that happened, Rage took off, afraid of what would happen next (yes, he was 'messed up,' and he didn't care; he'd breed with his own daughter anyway). She found herself at Auction Rock after being captured by a pack's beta. Since then, she has been unusually ill-tempered.


She now ranks as a... Betaess (of Amareta Forest) (Free-roamer)


Does she have a mate? Yes, Rydan (whose current whereabouts are unknown)


Song: A Little Too Not Over You


Feelings

Spritz-Wanna know a secret?
-You're my bud!
-Your wish is my command
-No worries

Salem-As you wish
-You're just another fling
-You fleabag!

Noel-You're my bud

Thunder-You're my bud
-Wanna know a secret?
-Your wish is my command
-No worries

Ammy-And I care why?
-You fleabag!
-Who are you again?

Rydan-You're my bud!
-Wanna know a secret?
-I'm forever yours
-Breakin' My Heart


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Her real name is... Jade


Her nickname is... Just call her Jade


Her breed is... Arctic Wolf


She stands at... 30 inches


Her scent tells all wolves that she is... Female


She looks... Snow white coat with silver between the eyes. She has a grey stripe down her muzzle. Any 'colored' patches on her body (which are only located on her paws and ears) are a redish tone. Her nose is an unusual shade of silver, and her eyes are a striking emerald green.
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Over the years, Jade's pelt has grown, and the red splotches have turned to a dark brown; now she's snow white with spots that look like chocolate chunks.


She has been living for... 4 years


She presents herself as... Jade is a real sweetheart! She has never rebelled once in her entire life, nor back-talked to a single wolf. She's extremely submissive most of the time, though sometimes she can be... not so submissive. She will speak the truth, even if she knows a punishment is coming. Jade is overall an entirely pure wolf.
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Over the past couple of years, Jade has become a lot stronger -- physically, mentally, and emotionally. She will stand up for herself, and isn't afraid to p.ss off someone of authority.


Her past was... Jade doesn't have much of a history; she was born into slavery, and that's where she remained. She befriended many wolves who smuggled her out of the pack every time her master spoke about force-breeding, knowing that she was the target. And every time she escaped, she was captured by someone and brought to be claimed by a new master.


She ranks as a... free-roamer (Her best friend's brother, Lightning, freed her in Amareta Forest)


Does she have a mate? No

Song: If Everyone Cared

Feelings

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Koba-Your wish is my command
-No worries
-Why do I even bother?
-You don't care about me

Lightning-No worries
-As you wish
-You're my bud!
-Wanna know a secret?

Thunder-Your wish is my command
-I owe you my life
-No worries


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She is known as... Sizzle


But many call her... Siz, Sizzle, Izzle, Izz


Her breed is... Gray Wolf (Dad was a Gray Wolf, and so was Mom)


She stands at... 36"


Her scent says that she is... Female


Looks actually do matter... Standing at 36", Sizzle is a good-sized Gray Wolf. Her coat consists of many colors; her belly down is white, except for tawny flecks on her feet, her sides, chest, and stripe down her maw are a mud brown. She has a ring of black around her neck, and a stripe down the center of her chest. The rest of her head, back, and tail is black. Her cheeks and chin are a snow white. She almost always wears a smirk. Sizzle's eyes are a beautiful cinnamon brown-quite unusual.
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As time passed by, Sizzle's pelt somehow managed to shorten, so it's no longer long and silky; now, it is short but still glossy. The colors have darkened just a bit, but not enough to notice right away.


She has been alive for... 6 moonflights (6 years)


She acts... Sizzle is the type of wolf who you don't want to mess with; her personality consists of many constant moodswings. However, most of the time, she is sly and devilish. Her smirk is obvious, and her eyes glitter with evil. She is kind to feas and pups, but when it comes to brutes of any nature, she secretly wants to to give them a good smack to the face. Sometimes, she'll do just that. She has several scars hidden by her glossy coat from many beatings she has recieved because of the way she acts. By the way... if you're dumb enough to a point where you can't tell, Sizzle is bipolar.
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After meeting Salem, Sizzle became very submissive, but still disliked authority. Then, when Xenith took her mate away, she went into an uncontrollable rage and then a haunting depression. When Salem returned to Amareta Forest, she became the good-natured fae that she had been before.


Her past is... Sizzle was born to the Alpha and Alphaess of a pack. Despite who her parents were, however, Sizzle's mother totally abandoned her--she acted as if she didn't exist. She was next in line to receive power until her parents finally realized how horrible she was--when her only brother decided he wanted to dig a hole for his sister to fall into, Sizzle climbed out and killed him with a swift bite to the throat. She was exiled immediately. Since then, she has been quite infamous; so far, every master who has tried his chances with her has ended up with a severe injury of some sort or dead.


She ranks as a... Free Roamer (Senior Alphaess of Amareta Forest)


Does she have a mate? Yes -- Salem

Song: How You Remind Me


Feelings

Salem-Your wish is my command
-No worries
-You're my bud
-Wanna know a secret
-You lied to my face
-I'm forever yours
-You don't care about me
-Why do I even bother?
-I never wanna see you again!
-Love & Hate
-Mixed Emotions
-Breakin' My Heart
-Dunno What To Think

Zytico-I'm forever yours
-Wanna know a secret?
-Mixed Emotions
-Love & Hate
-Breakin' My Heart
-Dunno What To Think

Ammy-Who are you again?
-And I care why?
-You fleabag!

Noel-Who are you again?
-You fleabag!

Spritz-Wanna know a secret?

Thunder-You're my bud!
-Wanna know a secret?
-Your wish is my command
-No worries

Nightfeather-You're my bud! (sometimes)
-You fleabag!

Avenir-Wanna know a secret?

Ezmeralda-Who are you again?
-And I care why?

Pearl-Wanna know a secret?
-You're my bud!

Whey-You don't care about me

Xenith-Who are you again?
-You fleabag!
-I wish a moose would shove you off a cliff, sh.t head
-Consider yourself targeted


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She was named... Scheme


But you can also all her... Nothing but Scheme


Her breed is... Unknown. Possibly Eurasian.


She is... 28" in height


If you can smell, then you'll know that she is... Female


Looks matter... She has a long stripe down the center of her maw, while the rest is snow white. She has many 'rings' of black on top of a short silver pelt. Her markings are quite similar to that of a tabby cat's. Shocking blue -almost clear- pools will make any brute fall for her, especially because they are always motherly and tender.


She's been alive for... 5 moonflights (5 years)


She's very interesting... Scheme often acts very motherly towards pups, regardless of whether they are her own or not. She is sweet and caring, but she does have a dark side. But who doesn't? It may take a lot, but when Scheme is angered, you'd better watch out; she'll rip your pelt off! She is always eager to please her master, even if the concequences are not what she'd like. If her master wishes to forcebreed, then breed she shall. It's obvious that she can be a bit lustful sometimes. That's why she's a mother of many. One of the only things Scheme would never do is injure and/or kill another wolf because her master tells her to. She often schemes about how to charm her master, and dreams about the future.


Her past was... Well, Scheme has the history of nearly any slave. She was born a slave, and that's all she will ever be. When she reached 1 moonflight, she was forcebred for the first time, producing a litter of 6, which was quite unusual. Shocking enough, they all survived. After that, every time she had pups, the standard litter size came into play--only 2 or 3 at a time. She has nearly 15 pups of her own, all still living; about half are slaves, the other half free-roamers.


What is she? A... Free Roamer (in Suyaust)


Does she have a mate? No

Song: Last Name


Feelings

Zytico-I owe you my life
-No worries
-Your wish is my command

Misaki-You're my bud
-Wanna know a secret?

Thorn-Wanna know a secret?
-You're my bud


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At birth, she was called... Razzle Dazzle


But you may call her... Razzle, Dazzle, Raz, Daz


What type of wolf? Arctic Wolf


She stands at... 32"


Your nose should tell you she is... Female


She looks... She has an unusually long, snow white pelt with somewhat 'rounded' ear tips. Lengthy, slim maw ends with a pitch black nose. Warm brown eyes gaze into your own dull orbs. Body is slender, held up by long, thin but strong legs. She is overall a beauty that any brute would be considered lucky to even speak to.


She's been dwelling on this earth for... 2 moonflights (2 years)


Around other wolves, Raz acts... Raz is a normally good-natured fea with a 'small bad side.' Her heart can be as cold as ice, but that can all be melted away by one special brute. It seems quite odd for a wolf with a cold heart to be so good-natured, and it is. But she lives for the future, and tries to forget about her horrid past. She feels that whatever the future holds will bring her great joy, which is what keeps her from getting 'pushed over the edge' and allowing her heart to freeze over for good. All of the bad in her past is nothing compared to her hopes and dreams of finding the perfect mate and starting a family.


Listen to the story of her past... Raz's past is very unfortunate for any wolf to have to have lived through, but especially for someone like her. She was born into a rather large litter, consisting of 8 pups. Considering the size of it, only two pups survived--Raz, and her older brother Elo. Raz's mother and father, the alpha and alphaess of a pack, favored Elo--he was to be the heir. Her father totally ignored her, while her mother treated her like garbage. Raz's life was similar to that of Cinderella without the step sisters--she was nothing but a useless servent to her mother. If she messed up at a task, which seemed to be nearly every day, her mother beat her senseless, which only helped to chill her already cool heart even more. Finally, one day, after Raz's mother finished beating her, Raz ran away. It was as simple as that. She waited until dark and took off; no one from that dreadful pack had seen or heard of Raz since. Now, she wants nothing but to find a friend or two, have the perfect mate, and start a family.


She ranks as a... Slave


Does she have a mate? No

Song: Watch Over You


Feelings

Malou-Wanna know a secret?
-No worries
-Your wish is my command
-I'm forever yours

Beast-And I care why?
-Kiss my .ss

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She is known as... Kenya


But many a wolf calls her... Enya


What kind of wolf is she? Arabian Wolf


She stands at... 29"


Your nose should say that she is... Female


She looks like... From a distance, Kenya looks like your usual Arabian Wolf; good sized, muscular, and very slim and slender. But the moment you come closer to her, you will see that she's not your average Arabian; on her face, she has a cream pattern much like that of a raccoon's. If you look at her tail, you will see cream rings that also look like that of a raccoon's. But the most unusual and breathtaking quality about Kenya is her eyes; they look as if there are hazel flames reaching towards a deep purple. Many a wolf avoids her because of them, for fear that she will burn them to death with her eyes.


She's been cursed with living for... 1 moonflight (1 year)


Her personality is... Kenya is a very sweet girl with an iron will to succeed in life. She does have a dark side, like any wolf does; she's been unloved most of her life, so she has a lot of anger bottled up inside of her. On top of that, she also a great deal of depression also locked up that tends to slip out every so often. Kenya is not necessarily bipolar, but when she's having one of her usual moodswings, you'd better watch out.


What was her past like? Kenya's history is not anything that she would usually speak about; only the right wolf can get the whole story out of her. To begin with, she was born to a litter of three, her being the youngest and the only female. Her brothers grew large and strong, but she was a lot more frail than they. Although she is strong for a fea, she could not match a brute's strength, and her parents knew that the moment she was born. As soon as her eyes opened, her parents were shocked-they had never seen such orbs! Frightened, they immediately left her to die by the side of a small pond. Thankfully, a young fea had watched the entire event from the bushes and came almost instantly to Kenya's rescue; Kenya grew up knowing only her as her mother, but it was only right that her 'mother,' Aku, told her what her parents had done with her when she was only a few weeks old. Devestated, Kenya refused to eat for days until finally, she was so weak that Aku forced her to eat; Kenya slowly regained her strength. Finally, at 8 moons (8 months) old, Kenya left Aku, only to be captured by a cruel master just hours later. From that moment on, Kenya had been a slave. But she only stayed a few weeks with each, considering all of their fear grew and grew as they looked at her unusual markings and eyes. They beat her and yelled at her, often saying 'why can't you be normal, you sad excuse for a d.mn wolf?' Because of that, Kenya's heart slowly began to chill. Although she's still a sweet wolf, Kenya just isn't ready to commit herself to the rest of her life. Not yet, at least.


She is a... Slave


Does she have a mate? No


Song: Photograph


Feelings

Koba-You fleabag!
-As you wish

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Her real calling is... Vodka


But she is often referred to as... Just Vodka


She is a... Mexican Gray Wolf


How tall is she? 32"


Her scent tells you she's... Female

Do you like what you see? The cold, golden-yellow eyes are the first thing that you see as they stare at you lustfully. Then you look at the body of this attractive fea; she has a golden stripe down the center of her maw, her ears are a fine brown, and underbelly is cream. All along her back to her middle is also a fine brown like her ears, and then there's a golden orange shade before you reach the underbelly.


She's been living for... 3 moonflights (3 years)


She acts... By the look in her eyes, it should be made obvious that Vodka is lustful. She knows that she's beautiful, and she uses that to her advantage; she loves mating! She will go as far as dumping her own pups with another fea so that she could breed again, or even kill them. Vodka knows that she is addictive; normally, once a brute mates with her once, he usually comes back for more.


Her past? Vodka was born a free-roamer. At a young age, she met a brute who bred her and then disappeared. From that day forward, Vodka knew that being a s.x-toy was the life for her. She happily turned herself into slavery, knowing very well that most brutes lived for forcebreeding. Her wish was soon granted, and she became pregnant. The moment she had her pups, she turned them over to another nursing fea, and mated again. This continued on and on until she got too big for her britches; she was acting as if she was the Alphess, so her master dumped her at the Auction Rock.


What does she serve as? Happily a slave (to forcebreeding)


Does she have a mate? No--why just stick to one wolf?

Song: Bad Girlfriend (warning: mature content; do not watch if you have over-potective parents, don't want to see a single picture of a stripper, or just hear bad lyrics)


Feelings

Arrow-No worries

Malou-You fleabag!

Xenith-You fleabag!

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Blessed as... Bluebird's Song


But some say... Song, Bluebird


Lineage reads... Himalayan Wolf


Standing at a whopping... 36"


Scent says... Female


Looks can be deceiving... Song is a little bit taller than your average Himalayan Wolf by about 2". Her sand-colored coat is long and glossy. The vix's right hip is sprinkled with little dime-sized splashes of chestnut, giving her an unusual appearance. Song's captivating eyes of sky blue seem to see right through you, and they tend to give away her emotions much more than she would like for them to.


She's been wandering around for... 4 moonflights


She acts... Bluebird's Song is a wolfess who doesn't just sit back and watch something happen; she jumps right into it, even if it could cost her her life. She doesn't always think things through, because she doesn't allow herself the time to. Song tends to avoid brutes who like to feel that they have control over her, and just goes with the flow. However, if she wants something bad enough, she's not afraid to turn on the charm; she can be quite seductive when she wants to be.


It doesn't matter... Well, to be honest, Song doesn't really have much of a history. She was born into a pack far from the lands of Sobibor to your average wolves. She has never known heartbreak, nor does she wish to. When she was about a year and a half, life on the move began to get to her, and Bluebird's Song just wandered away and her paws just so happened to bring her to Sobibor. She was horrified by slavery, and decided to stay as far away from it as she could, so she's been wandering ever since.


She lives as... Free-roamer/Master (Alphaess of Shechem)

Does she have a mate? Yes--Baldric

Song: Young And In Love

Feelings

Baldric-I'm Forever Yours
-No Worries
-Wanna know a secret?

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As soon as she was born, her parents called her... Sapphire


But she doesn't mind... Saffy


Bloodlines read... Red Wolf X Gray Wolf


Her parents are... Rage (red wolf) and Rydan (gray wolf)


She stands at... 39"


Her scent says... Female


She looks... Sapphire has the standard gray-wolf markings, but with red hues tracing around the cream on her chest and paws. Her eyes are a crystal blue, and her unusually fluffy tail has a black tip. The vix's frame is "semi-plump," meaning she's not necessarily slim, but she's far from fat. Sapphire is not considered gorgeous, but she is pretty.
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As time passed, Sapphire matured. Legs grew stronger, pelt longer, and bodice slimmer. She's no longer your average-looking fem, but a rather breath-taking "trophy."


How does she act? This girl is very shy; in fact she only talks to her brother. Despite her shy personality, Sapphire doesn't always do everything she's told to do and usually gets herself and her older brother, Nail, in trouble from her crazy adventures. She's outgoing, and is constantly on the look-out for the perfect mate, but won't go out of her way to find him.


She ranks as... a free-roamer (daughter of the Beta and Betaess of Amareta Forest)

Does she have a mate? Nope

Song: Daughter


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Mother's Blessing... Gingersnap


Shortened Version... Ginger


Bloodlines read... American Timber Wolf X Himalayan Wolf


Her Parents Are... Bluebird's Song (Himalayan) and Baldric (American Timber)


Standing at... 28.5"


Scent says... Female


Too pretty for a tomboy... Ginger's beautiful caramel-colored pelt is about mid-length and really silky. Patches of a darker bronze exist along the spine and on the shoulders and chest. Her eyes are such a dark brown that they are almost black, but change shades depending on her mood. Strangely enough, Ginger's tail curls up over her back; where did that trait come from? No one really knows. This wolfess is pretty and would stand out in a crowd, but still has an awkwardness that helps her to get noticed.


One of the guys... Ginger is a perfect example of a complete and total tomboy. She absolutely loves getting dirty, and would be the first to dive head-first into a big puddle of mud. Ginger is the kind of girl who would wrestle with all of the boys -- and win. She's got a big mouth, and is not afraid to tell others how bad slavery is.


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Call her... Brook


Nothing but... Brook


Lines read... Gray Wolf


Standing at... 34"


Should be obvious... Female


Nothing special... Brook features the average gray wolf markings, except any areas that would normally be cream are a bright snow white. Pools are a lovely amber in color, and nose is a very dark gray. Brook's pretty plain looking, so her actions have to gain her the attention of all onlookers instead of her appearance.


Causing havoc for... 3 moonflights (years)


She's a feisty one... Brook is not necessarily what you would call a b.tch, but she is very high-strung at times. She likes doing things her way, and even if she knows she must obey her master's orders, she'll twist what he says around just to spite him. Book often struts around like she owns the place, and always refuses to fully assume the standard slave-position. She's quick to start an argument, and will go on and on until she ends up winning. This wolfess loves to be the center of attention, so she'll end up doing the craziest of things, like walk around on her front paws, just to get others to look at her.


Not much... There's not really much to tell about the vix's past; Brook was born a slave, and still is. However, she still doesn't like it. Her arrogant attitude is what kept her from being mated many times, so she is still pure. Brook's rebellious spirit has gotten her kicked out of any pack that she may have been brought to, so the Auction Rock is nothing new to her.


Labels suck... Slave


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[Bengal Brat]

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The Brute Wolves


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At birth, he was named... Wild Fire


But he's also called... Wild, Wildy, Fire, Flame


His looks come from being a... Gray Wolf X Great Plains Wolf


His parents are... Mother is Sizzle (Gray Wolf), Father is Salem (Great Plains Wolf)


How tall is he? 38"


His scent says... Male


He looks... He looks like his mother, only he's lighter in color. Eyes are an amber like his father's, but they are so amber that they are almost orange. That is where he got his name.


How does he act? He's shy at first, but when he gets to know you, he becomes quite playful and crazy. He is often the odd one out because of the close relationship between his father and brother. He is a natural leader. He'll help anyone in need and he's usually the one admired by all of the females.


He ranks as... A Free-roamer in Amareta Forest (son to Senior-Alpha and Senior-Alphaess)


Does he have a mate? No, not yet

Song: It's Not My Time


Feelings

Ezmeralda-Who are you again?
And I care why?

Xenith-Who are you again?


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At birth, he was given the name of... Nail


But he's also known as... Ale


He is a... Red Wolf X Gray Wolf


His parents are... Rage (Red Wolf) and Rydan (Gray Wolf)


He stands at... 38"


His scent says to call him a... Male


He looks... like any self-respecting brute would. He stands tall and proud, with golden-yellow eyes glowing at the sight of any beautiful fea. Fur is mid-length, and a mix of red and grey. His chest is a creamy white, and the tips of his ears are white, as is the end of his tail. Tight muscles ripple under his pelt with every move; Nail is swift and powerful.
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Tall and stocky, this brute is definitely intimidating. His eyes have drastically changed color, from gold to a blood red. Pelt has changed from mid-length to relatively long and shaggy. He's handsom, all right, but anyone who knew him wouldn't dare fall for him; they'd end up dead in the long run.


How does he act? He can be obedient, but sometimes second guesses authority. Nail has what you would call a 'wild heart' as well; as lustful as he can be, his heart has yet to be captured by one fea. His personality depends on his mood, he's mean one day and sweet the next. Sometimes, he is known to be thick headed and stubborn. He strives for power. His sister, Sapphire, used to tell him not to let his attitude out, because it would eventually get him in trouble, but Nail simply cannot STAND the so-called "alpha" of Amareta Forest, Thunder. If he ever got the chance to slaughter Thunder, then he would seize the oppurtunity in a heartbeat, even if his leader is his own kin.


He ranks as... a free-roamer (member of Amareta Forest--son of the Beta and Betaess)


Does he have a mate? Not yet


Song: Riot


Feelings


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As soon as he was born, his mom called him... Washington


But he's also known as... Wash, Ton, W


He's an... Arctic Wolf X Gray Wolf


His parents are... Jade (Arctic Wolf) and Koba (Gray Wolf)


He stands at... 30"


His scent says to call him a... Male


He looks... Snow white, like his mother, but with red hughes around his ears. He has black highlights, from his father. He also gets his multicolored eyes from his dad-his left eye is a cool emerald, and his right is a gentle blue.


How does he act? He's very sweet and mellow, but he dislikes the life of a slave. Who doesn't? Washington is very dependant on his mom, and although he loves his dad, he's a tad bit afraid of him, with good reasons. However, he's smart enough not to let it show at all. Washington is an unusually intelligent brute.


He ranks as... a free-roamer (in Amareta Forest)


Does he have a mate? Nope


Song: One Last Breath


Feelings


Lightning-Wanna know a secret?


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His mother named him... Shanook


But few may call him... Nook


He's a... Maned Wolf


He stands at... 42"


Scent says... Male


Don't mess with him... Shanook is a very well muscled brute with long, strong legs and powerful jaws. His eyes are a coal black that seem to see straight through your very soul. Shanook's pelt is a tad bit unusual for a Maned Wolf; the main part of his bodice is a coat of flame, while his maw, tip of tail, and muscular legs are a dark chocolate brown, which are not about to be mixed up with black. Overall, Shanook is a pretty good looking brute who is sure to grab the attention of many femmes wherever he goes.
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Over the course of two years, Shanook's pelt changed into an even more flame-red than before, and his eyes only seem darker. One thing that comes as a surprise when looking at Nook is a necklace around his neck made completely of wolf teeth. The most eye-catching feature about this brute now, though, is a huge, six-inch long scar running through his right eye; if he hadn't closed his orbs when he did, he'd be sightless out of that side. It's a permanent mark that will always remind him of the final fight with his father.


He's been reeking havoc for... 5 moonflights (5 years)


Around others, he appears... Shanook is said to have a heart made of ice, which is by no means true. Because of his wicked past, his heart has indeed cooled over, but it can easily be thawed by that one right femme. He absolutely lives for force-breeding, and has pretty much no respect whatsoever for females, but Shanook has been known to be a bit kinder to those who share his gender. Why? No one really knows; it's just the way that this wolf is. Although he would be the perfect lover, Shanook is not one to fall all over himself to please his mate; if she doesn't like something, then she can just leave--that or change it herself. Shanook cares for all of his children, but one wrong paw step will screw them over.


Something you should know... Born into the life of slavery, Shanook was raised by his caring mother and dreadful father. When he reached the age of one, his master of a father tried to take him to Auction Rock; his overprotective mother, who was his father's slave, rebelled in an attempt to save her son. Enraged, Shanook's father quickly and easily overpowered her, and had two of his strongest guards hold her still while he force-bred her, Shanook watching the entire time. Then, as if that itself was not enough, his father took Shanook and chained him tightly to a large hollow log and shoved it into a fast-moving river, his mother watching in horror. When Shanook turned to look back, struggling to get himself free, he saw his father murder the fae that raised him. Because the log that he was trapped on was hollow, it was able to float on the surface of the raging river, even with a full-grown brute wolf on top of it. Over the course of two long, miserable days, Shanook traveled far on that large chunk of wood, including many trips over a swift waterfall, rolling the log over and over again. On the morning of the third day, Shanook's log capsized and he was forced under the water; his chains caught onto a good sized rock underneath the surface, and, as he struggled, the chains snapped and Shanook swam to the shore, gasping desperately for breath. Since that day, this 'cold-hearted' brute has been looking to give to others what had once been dished out to him.


He now ranks as a... Master


Does he have a mate? That's a positive--Cecilia

Song: Bad To The Bone


Feelings

Cecilia-Wanna know a secret?
-You're my bud!
-I'm forever yours

Zara-Okay, I guess
-You're nice
-Bow Down

Katana-Bow down
-Okay, I guess

Lace-Bow down

Hannelore-Okay, I guess
-You're nice

Idess-Bow down

Spindle-Bow down
-Okay, I guess

Siren-Bow down

Miro-Bow down
-Kiss my .ss

Morphine-Okay, I guess

Despereaux-Bow down

Shelley-Bow down

Miss Havisham-Okay, I guess
-You're nice

Rouge-Bow down


Awards: COTM -- February, 2009


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Bow down to... Shalome


Though few say... Shay


Bloodlines show... Maned Wolf (Shanook X Cecilia)


He towers over all at a mighty... 40"


His build says... Male


He looks... Shalome's pelt is a bright red, untainted by any traces of black. His points are a rare white, and his orbs a dark brown, sometimes turning black according to his mood.


And he acts... Shalome usually acts strong and tough, always trying to oversee the activities in which his sister, Venus, takes part in. However, underneath he is compassionate, but only to the ones that he knows as his family. Anyone else who is not part of his family tree is fair game. Although Shay appears to respect he dad, which, in a way, he does, he can't help but rebel against his ruthless teachings.

He's ranked as... Free-roamer/Master (Heir to Benstripe Woods)

Song: Just Like You (FYI: This is what Shay thinks of his father, Shanook)

Feelings:

Midsummer Wish-Just a crush


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The curse is... Ammunition


For those he holds close... Ammu (Am-yoo)


Bloodlines read... Eurasian X American Timber Wolf (Abaddon X Erebus)


Like it matters... 31"


Proud of it... Male


Fear it... This medium-sized brute is steel-gray in color with darker patches. Piercing pools of blue are so light that one might mistake him for being blind from a distance. Pelt is shaggy, and hides the hard muscles underneath. His tail is longer than normal, trailing on the ground as he walks. Paws are tipped with black, as if he stepped in ink.


No doubt about it... Ammu is what you could call a soldier, for he shows no emotions as he goes through the day; some even dare to believe that he has no feelings at all, which is partially true. Although Ammunition could care less about what his family does, or what happens to his pack, there is always a fire burning deep down inside of him; he lusts for nothing but blood. Females? Bah... they could all go to Hell; none deserved to carry his offspring. He will obey the orders of his parents and siblings to an extent, and won't hesitate to completely ignore them when he doesn't like what they are saying. Ammunition is a rather quiet wolf, except for when he creeps around in the darkest of night-time, making nerve-wracking noises just to hear others squeal in fright. This brute has a twisted mind, perfect for plotting; he and the youngest sister often try to work out how to overthrow their corrupted older siblings. He keeps his thoughts to himself, and wouldn't be caught dead talking with anyone ranked below him, unless he was telling them off. No one in their right mind would want to go near Ammunition, especially when he's in one of those blood-thirsty moods of his, which is nearly all of the time.


Song: I Don't Care


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Full Name: Nistorachi (nist - oh - rah - chee)


Nickname: Nisto, Rachi


Breed: Eastern Wolf


Height: 39.5"


Gender: Male


Appearance: Nisto is absolutely massive. Each paw is 4" long and 3.5" wide with long, almost cat-like claws. It would take 3 adult male humans using both hands to put their hands fully around his neck, and his tail is an amazing 22" long. Fangs are abnormally long, so his jaw is very big as well. The brute is very stocky with huge, hard muscles beneath a shaggy pelt of black, gray, cream, brown, and red. The very tip of his ears resemble that of a lynx's; there is a very odd wisp of fur that sticks up, giving him a rather regal look. Nisto is missing a chunk out of the top-left corner of his left nostril, helping him to appear like an outlaw. Pools are a striking lemon-yellow color, and tend to gleam with an odd mischievous glint. One couldn't necessarily say that Nistorachi is handsome, but he's not all that bad to look at, either.


Age: 5 moonflights (years)


Personality: Nistorachi is what one would call completely straight-up; he tells the truth, even if it means hurting someone's feelings. He tells it like it is with such conviction that hardly anyone would dare speak against him. When he puts his mind to something, Nisto will work at it until whatever it is that he wanted to do is finally accomplished. In his eyes, slavery is so bad that death would be like a paradise for a slave. Anyone who thinks that they're all that are instantly dead in his book, and once they're there, they never come off. Nisto can be very mean at times, but has a deep fatherly love for all young wolves and foals, and has an unbreakable amount of compassion for slaves. To be honest, Nistorachi is a real mystery.


History: Nistorachi's past has been kept a secret for many years now, and he's not about to reveal it to anyone any time soon. However, for the good of on-lookers, he will... When he was younger, Nisto met the most beautiful she-wolf pup in the entire area. Both pups fell in love immediately, but their parents couldn't help but think that it was just a crush, and that eventually they would go their separate ways. Then, when they were about two years old, Natasha revealed a secret that she expected to ruin their relationship; her parents had gone ahead and planned an arranged-mating. She was already taken by someone else who she hadn't met. At first, Nisto was greatly saddened, but soon tried to convince Natasha that this could be helped, but it would come with a consequence. The only way that her betrothed wouldn't come and take her away was if she was carrying another brute's pups. Right away, the white wolfess said no, and Nisto's heart sank; so she would be mated by a stranger, and he couldn't do anything about it... great. After that day, things between them grew more and more awkward until they hardly spoke. Then, one day, about a year later, a huge great plains wolf appeared in the forest; he was Zackaria, the wolf who Natasha had been promised to. He and his new mate disappeared one day and returned the next morning; the next time that Nisto saw her, the love of his life was pregnant. A few months later, on a night without a moon, a huge group of brute wolves appeared in the forest. With Zackaria at the head, they ran around and raped as many fems as they could; the instant they were done, the she-wolves were shackled and hauled away. Free-roaming adult brujos were slaughtered on the spot, while the younger males were chained and taken away. Last to go was Natasha. Horror filled her eyes as her mate through a heavy chain around her neck and yanked her after him. She begged and pleaded for him to let her go, but the great plains wolf wouldn't give in. Natasha dropped to the ground and rolled on her back, desperately trying to free herself from the chains that held her captive. She cursed the entire time, and threw threats of murder at Zackaria. At that, the brute let go of the chain and leaped on top of the flailing femme. Claws slashed at her stomach, and blood and fur flied. Screams of pain and outrage left Natasha's mouth before everything suddenly stopped. Her mate jumped off of her and stalked away, spitting out tufts of her white pelt. Nistorachi crawled out from a hole in the ground and ran to the slain wolfess's body. Her beautiful pelt of snow was stained red with blood, and her stomach was scratched up terribly. The brute licked her chin, and in doing so, revealed a long, deep slash in the soft tissue of her throat; the final wound. A sob of complete and total sadness erupted from deep in his chest, and tears came in a rushing river. Nistorachi laid beside Natasha, crying until he could cry no more. Finally, when the tears could come no more, he buried her, and then walked away, without looking back.


Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master/Alpha (for "The Plot")



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[Bengal Brat]

The Horses

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Several shrill whinnies fill your ears as you walk over the top of a large hill. Below you is the biggest, most beautiful lake that you've ever seen. At its sandy edges stand many horses. The sea of heads turn as one to look at you with glittering eyes. All becomes silent. This is the kind of vision that many people would die to see. These slim, well-built creatures are the entire population of Angry Bengal Brat's horses. These magnificant beasts only gather once a year, so you'd best take everything in now, for you may never see a sight like this for the rest of your life.


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The Mares


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She has always been known as... Willow


But a few refer to her as... Wow


What is she? A Camargue (an 'ancient breed,' but apperantally still existing)


How tall is she? 14hh (large for her breed)


Your knows says... Female


Sometimes, looks do matter... She's very small for a horse, considering most are over 15hh, and she's only 14. However, don't let her size deceive you-she's a strong little girl! Her beautiful cream-colored coat is what usually grabs a brute's attention, especially when the sun beats down on it. Cream mane and tail flow through the wind when it blows. What really catches any self-respecting stallion's eye, though, is her breathtaking pools of royal blue. After all, it's not very often to come across any type of horse with dark blue eyes! This little beauty is sure to make her master the 'talk of the town!'


She has been stealing brutes' hearts for... 3 moonflights (3 years)


How does she act? Willow is very brave; her past has hardened her heart and mind, so nothing anyone can say will really effect her. She has what many would call an 'iron will.' She's very sweet and obeys orders without question, usually because obedience-not out of fear. She will speak her mind if need be, although she'd prefer to keep her mouth shut. Willow is usually pretty quiet, and she answers questions in a sweet, innocent voice, although it's quite audible. She takes her master's words to heart, and is an overall great slave.


The secret... Willow was born a slave to a s.x toy slave and lustfull b.st.rd of a father. Her mother and Willow herself were the only femme's in the herd. She was unfortunate enough to witness a forcebreeding of her mother. Something went wrong, and her mother ended up dying in the process. Willow was devestated. One day, not long after her mom's death, it was Willow's turn to be bred. She was chained to a tree, head down, front and back legs spread apart, and a line of stallions stood behind her. Each brute was allowed a chance to mount her, except they would be executed if any seeds were released into her. As much of an .ss that Willow's father was, he was 'kind' enough to prevent his daughter from becoming a mother. However, that didn't phase the fea at all. After the seventh or eighth different stallion had finished mounting her, Willow learned that forcebreeding was a way of life-it could be enjoyable, or it could be the worst form of torture that a mare could ever have to endure. Now, Willow will deal with a brute mounting her gracefully, even if it's the most painful thing that was ever to happen to her.


She lives her life as a... Free-roamer (in Delaney Fields)


Does she have a mate? No

Song: All I Want

Feelings

Seryph-I owe you my life
-Wanna know a secret?
-You're my bud!

Totem's Ghost-Okay, I guess
-You're nice


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She calls herself... Elle Qui Demanders (French for 'She who asks')


But many refer to her as... Elle Qui, Elle (because of how it sounds)


Don't judge her because of her lineage... Thoroughbred


How tall is she? 15.3hh


You're stupid if you can't see that she's... Female


Looks aren't always everything... If you're looking for a radiant beauty that will make all other mares turn green with envy, then you're looking at the wrong gal. Don't get me wrong, she's by no means ugly, but she wouldn't fall under the category of 'goddess' either; Elle is tall and muscular with a mane and tail that whip through the wind. From afar, she doesn't look like much, but when you come closer, she's not too bad to look at. Elle is a pretty bay with warm brown eyes that can make nearly any stallion melt. Black stockings creep up her powerful legs, and white 'socks' line the bottom, just before her sharp black hooves. Long mane and tail are jet black, and a good-sized splash of snow white lines her muzzle all the way from the center of Elle's forehead to the tip of her black nose.


She's been asking questions for nearly... 4 moonflights (4 years)


How does she seem to be? Elle is actually quite kind and considerate, despite her intimidating tom-boy appearance. She loves foals, but doesn't really want one of her own. This mare enjoys all horses' company, even from the cruelest of stallions. Overall, she'd make an excellent girl friend. Elle seems to be 'perfect.' However, there is one minor 'error' wrapped up in her personality: she can't seem to stop asking questions. No, she's not much of a talker, but Elle can't help but ask questions about nearly everything about life: why snow is cold, why stallions can be so lustful, and even why birds sing and humans walk on two legs. Some horses think of her as stupid, but she is far from being a dope; because of her constant questioning, Elle has gained a great deal of knowledge throughout her life, something that not many horses ever could do.


What was her past like? Elle was born to the Lead Stallion and Mare of a large herd. Obviously, since she was born the heir, she was treated with a lot of respect from all horses, young and old, male and female. As she grew up, she loved to chat with the eldest horses in the heard, listening to stories about their childhood, when there was no such thing as slavery. Slavery? she had asked. What's that? What else could the old horses do but explain it to her? After all... she was the heir, and if she wanted to know something, they'd d.mn well better tell her. Well, they explained it to her, all right, and Elle became even more interested than ever before in slavery; she became more interested in the world overall. That's when she started asking questions about the strangest of things. Why is the sky blue? Why do horses eat grass? What are wolves? You see, at birth, Elle was named 'Ella' by her mother. However, when she got older and began to ask about so many things, her parents decided that it would be best to change her name from 'Ella' to 'Elle Qui Demanders,' which was French for 'She who asks.' Now... why is Elle a slave if she was once an heir, you may be thinking. Well, that's because at the age of two, her curiosity about the world around her, slavery in particular, got the better of her, and she wandered off, looking for more answers. Why were horses and wolves enslaving one another, forcing them to do their own dirty work? That's when she was captured and forced into slavery by a lone stallion, who was on his way to Auction Rock. Her constant questions about everything, including slavery, which appeared to be her favorite thing to ask about, drove him nuts, and he soon ended up dumping her at Auction Rock, for another master to claim. That's pretty much what happened all the time after that; she's claimed, asks questions, and is dumped, right back where she was not long ago.


She lives her life as... A Free-roamer (in Eerie Caverns)


Does she have a mate? No

Song: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Feelings

Darkness-Okay, I guess
-No worries
-I owe you my life
-Your wish is my command

Pinto-Okay, I guess

Elinore-You're my bud!

Knight-Just a crush
-You're my bud!
-Wanna know a secret?


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Named at birth... Indian's Feather

But she's often referred to as... Feather

Bloodlines say... Criollo

She stands at a mere... 14hh (only just a bit shorter than the average Criollo, but very small for a horse period)

No doubt she's a... Female

The new beautiful... This mare is the definition of 'Western Beauty;' Feather has snow white socks that crawl all the way up to her knees and huge blotches of white all over her slender bodice. Starting at the very top of her socks, her coat is a beautiful golden color, and as it goes up, it turns from gold to chestnut, and then from chestnut to a deep brown. The very tip of the mare's snout is a goldish color that turns to a faded pink. A huge white blaze splashes across her face to meet the striking gold eyes; her pools are not a yellow, orange, or hazel, but gold, as far as gold can ever go. Feather's mane and tail are bay at the roots and slowly fade into a chestnut, then to a deep brown, and finally, at the very ends, black. Because of her unusual fading coloring scheme, she greatly overshadows all who are near her, and the other femmes turn green with envy. Feather is definately one horse who stands out in the crowd. This is one mare that no stallion in his right mind can ever pass up!

Never ask a vix... 4 moonflights (4 years)

What's obvious... Just like her unusual coloring, Feather's personality is
quite unique; she is almost always happy and full of spunk, and is hardly ever nervous about anything (with the exception of being forcebred, that is). Put her in front of a huge crowd of horses and wolves alike and tell her to speak, and the mare will simply go on and on about a topic without it sounding like 'blah blah blah blah.' She knows how to grab attention, and doesn't seem to understand that she's drop dead gorgeous. Feather acts like a mother towards all foals that she meets, and would make the perfect girlfriend. This particular mare can make even the cruelest of brutes crack a smile, even if he doesn't want to. She's hardly ever angry or sad, but when she is, you sure as hell better watch out, because who knows what she'll do.

What you don't know... The day that Feather was born, hell broke loose; her opposite-of-loving father took off, no doubt to find the chance to mate with a dozen younger, more lustful mares, several buildings that were all spread out amongst the abandoned Wild Wild West's "Ghost Town" collapsed, and her mother, Trance, became very ill. For many, many days, Trance was very weak and able to provide just enough milk to keep her newborn daughter alive; Feather never went to sleep with a full stomach. One day, however, things seemed to get better; Trance gradually nursed herself back to health, and Feather was able to grow stronger and stronger with each passing day. Life ended up being pretty good. It stayed like that for several months, until Indian's Feather turned about a year and a half in age; her beloved mother died when yet another building crashed down on top of her. Orphaned and alone, the young mare could do nothing but wander around aimlessly. One day, a worthless b.st.rd of a stallion abducted young Feather and forced her into his territory in Sobibor where she was forced to do everything that he wished for her to do. Everything, that is, except for breed; the moment that the .sswipe told her to stand still so he could mount her, she kicked him in the shin and took off, only to be caught and brought to the Auction Rock a day or two later. Her only-violent-when-breeding personality sent her many times over to that dreadful place; by the time Feather was 4 years of age, she had gone through nearly forty-five different masters.

What is she? A slave

Song: It's Not Over


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Full Name: Intoxication


Nickname:Toxic


Breed: Arabian


Height: 14.3hh


Gender: Female


Appearance: Intoxication is a deep bay color with a black muzzle and stockings. Her long, semi-curly mane is unusually thick for any breed of horse, especially the Arabian; the top layer is a black and consists of a few curls here and there, while the bottom is a redish hue. Her tail is just the same, except that the two colors are mixed instead of separated into different layers. Toxic's pools are a bright orange just like the fruit, which is a trait you probably never expected to find in her. They're bright and snappy, and almost always have a guarded look to them; she's not the type of mare who lets her eyes betray her emotions. Her chest is a slightly lighter bay, almost chestnut, and is said to be the dried blood of her opponents. Her front right and back left hooves are the expected black, while the remaining two are an odd brownish-orange color. At the top of each stocking is a ring of dark brown. Toxic is beautiful in her own way, but is one who can be overshadowed by others; she has a very regal look to her.


Age: 3 moonflights


Personality: Because of her past, snappy is Intoxication's middle name. This mare can be a real b.tch sometimes, but she can also be kind and caring. She often has violent flash-backs of her younger days, and they always leave her either depressed or in a foul mood; after having one, she becomes really withdrawn and walks around with a haunted look in her eyes as she recalls her mother's last words to her. She's not fond of foals, and tends to stay away from them; bad things always seem to happen to young equines when she's around. She really can't stand other mares; she finds them utterly annoying! They seem to have nothing better to do than stand around, gossiping all day. Toxic herself tends to mind her own business and stay out of disputes that don't involve her. She's a real loner, but enjoys the company of stallions, so long as they're not trying to breed her without her permission. Because of her lack of affection towards foals and lustful stags, Toxic remains a virgin to this day, and plans to leave it that way. She tends to lead younger, more naive stallions on, and then break their hearts; this is one back-stabbing vix. What she really needs is a single brute to take control and just show her love; when and if she ever finds the right one, she won't stab him in the back. Any close friends that she may have are treated just the same; she won't betray them. Toxic is the type of horse who will show you respect, but not until you show her some. Intoxication is one who might be considered un-tamable, but who knows? She might surprise you.


History: Do you know what Toxic is? A murderer. She traveled with her free-roaming parents for many, many moons, for as long as she could remember. At about a year and a half, the relationship between Adi and her mom, Mixica, began to grow colder and colder as time went by. Toxic's mother was clearly heartbroken by the lack of affection that she was shown by her mate, and it only escalated. One day, while his mate and daughter were grazing, Adi slipped away and tore off through the woods. Intoxication saw him leave out of the corner of her eye, and took off like a rocket after him, though still very cautious. "What's he doing?" Her question was soon answered; like she had been suspecting for some time now, Adi had another girlfriend on the side! A pretty chestnut mare with white socks and a white blaze on her forehead was bracing herself as Adi reared up on hind legs and mounted her. Toxic watched in shock as the pair mated, anger boiling up inside of her with each passing minute. The mare cooed and urged her boyfriend to go faster and faster, and he did what she wanted. When both were satisfied that their unborn foal was going to be absolutely perfect, Adi dismounted and whispered a good-bye to his secret mate. Before he saw her, Toxic turned and raced back to the field where her mother was beginning to look for her. She told Mixica that she saw a squirrel picking up an acorn off the ground at the edge of the forest, so she went to see it; her mom believed her, and Toxic sighed a sigh of relief. A heartbeat later, Adi appeared, though not from the entrance of the woods; he came from the complete opposite side. A bolt of fear pulsed through young Intoxication, as she worried about if he had seen her watching them or not. However, her father presented Mixica with a red, juicy apple and smiled at his daughter. Toxic held in a sigh of relief; he didn't know she had seen him cheat on her mom. Things went on like usual, but the relationship between Toxic and Adi, too, was growing colder and colder until she could care less about him. Several moons later, a shrill cry yanked the young mare out of her slumber; she opened her eyes just in time to see Adi run full blast into the woods, following the same path that he had the day he mated with the strange vix. Intoxication pulled herself up and silently followed him. At the heart of the forest, the chestnut mare was lying on her side, surrounded by a pool of blood. She was panting heavily and crying out in pain. Adi's eyes were full of pride as he helped her through the birthing process. He uttered the words "Our child will be the best in the world; don't you worry about a thing. No foal could ever compare to them." Rage flooded through Toxic's veins, and with a neigh of absolute anger, she leaped out of the cover of the bushes and slammed into her father's side. He fell over and she landed on top of him. His eyes blazed with shock and held an unpleasant light. "Why are you here? How did you know?" His breath was growing slower at a rapid rate as his daughter increased her weight on his chest. "I saw you mate with this... this sl.t! You cheated on mom, and lied to us both. Now you're going to pay!" Surprise flared up in Adi's pools of chocolate brown, as if he couldn't believe what Toxic just said. Then, they shot fierce sparks at her. His words were like toxic waste flowing all over a huge city as he spoke. "Fine. Finish me off then. I won't stop you." Without the least bit of hesitation, Toxic leaped off her dad and used her two front hooves to slash clear through his throat. Blood poured out of the wound, and a gasp of complete and utter shock was cut off as Adi's eyes rolled back in his head. For a moment, Toxic couldn't comprehend what she had just done; she had just murdered her own father! Well, he deserved it, and there was no going back now. A wail of distress rose up from behind her. "Hello! A mare in labor here!" The chestnut vix's eyes were glazed with disbelief and grief at the death of Adi, but her voice dripped venom. As she turned around, Intoxication peeled back her lips to reveal a deadly smirk. Her eyes flashed as she spat back a retort. "Oh, really? I never knew that, b.tch. Well, you won't be for long!" Relief flooded into the mare's eyes, but quickly turned to alarm as Toxic flew at her. There was a sickening crunching sound as the vix slammed her front right hoof down hard on her skull, cracking it wide open. With the sk.nk that stole her father away from her dead, Toxic turned to the foal who was half in the air fouled with the stench of blood, and the other half still inside his mother. With a grunt of satisfaction, the year-and-a-half old mare came crashing down on its fragile ribs, collapsing his lungs. She stepped back and surveyed the scene of the crime; she couldn't have done it better if she tried. Suddenly, a gasp of shock and dismay filled the little clearing in the woods. Toxic whirled around to see her mother, Mixica, with eyes filling up with tears. "Wha---- what happened? Why did you--you...?" She could hardly speak, and her words came out all choked. Toxic could only reply, meekly, "I caught Dad mating with the dead mare. She went into labor, and I--I got so mad that I... I killed them all. I'm sorry mom." She started towards the mare that had given her life, but Mixica instantly made a sharp noise in her throat, backing up slowly. "No. No. Don't you come near me. You're a little murderer, and I'll have nothing more to do with you." Toxic had no idea what to do or say, so she just stood there, struggling to keep from falling to the ground, begging her mother to forgive her. Her mom backed up farther and farther before turning around and running away, leaving her daughter standing miserable and alone in a pool of blood.


Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-Roamer

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The Stallions

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Mother's curse... Preston

His preference... Tony

Bloodlines point to... Mustang

Living the life of a wanderer for... 5 moonflights

Height is... 15.2hh

God's blessing... Male

Looks say it all... Preston is a handsome lad, complete with a masculine, finely sculpted crania and delicately chiseled facial features; smoothly curving ears and crest, a deep girth, good muscle tone and excellent conformation. His true beauty, however, lies with his dazzling coat. Large paint marks, a deep chocolate brown mark his body; and weaving between these luscious markings are the rivers of ivory cream that come with all paints it seems. The most eye-catching trait to this mustang, however, is not his pelt, but the pools of moss green that seem to be able to read your every thought. This eye color is very rare, which gives him this almost-foreign feel. Despite being pure bred mustang, Preston has a sort of exotic charm about him that differentiates him from others of his kind.

Actions speak louder than words... Timid yet light hearted; Preston loves the company of others but prefers to be alone. Can you imaginethat? He has somewhat picked up on his mother's personality and is usually cheerful about everything as well as boisterous, loud and hateful of masters or people who enslave others. He finds it truly atrocious and seeks to dispatch any stallions like that. Preston is pretty humble and prefers to put others before himself. Same as his mother, he hates egos and those who think themselves all high and mighty, it is with those kinds of equines he tends to put down more. With mares though, Preston is very kind and a gentleman, when he decides to speak to them anyway. He doesn't have much of a temper, but can get mean once provoked enough. Hidden beneath his normally shy shell is such a will to fulfill his dreams that not even God was able to predict.

Something best left a secret... Most horses would agree that it's not necessarily a good thing to be young and in love. Well, long before Preston was born, his mother, Traxie met "the stallion of my dreams," or so she thought. He was jet black and 16 hands of muscle. Jet was strong and loved to whoo the ladies, but Traxie... well, she was something different. The vix's pelt of cream and white caught his eye, and he was sold. The pair started out as good friends, but as the moons flew by, love began to bud. Jet was the first to admit his emotions for his "girlfriend," but Traxie was a lot more hesitant; she had never been a mother before, and she wasn't sure if she wanted a mate yet. "We're too young... this is going much too fast..." Even though her heart was surely about to burst with the affection that she felt towards Jet, the young mare just wasn't ready for that type of commitment. However, Jet just wasn't the type of mustang who would understand something as powerful as love. He was as persistent as h.ll, telling Traxie she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and trying to win her over, but it didn't work. The more Jet tried to talk her into having a foal with him, the colder her love for him grew, until one day, Traxie simply could not take it anymore. "I'm done with this! I don't want a child, especially with you, Jet! Just... just go away! Leave me be!" Well, that was enough to snap the stallion with the sleek pelt of coal back to his own ways. When Traxie struck out at him with flailing hooves, Jet easily avoided her. He swiftly mounted her, and, long story short, Traxie carried his foal, like it or not. But did Jet stay with her? Nope. Heart-broken, pregnant, and utterly alone, Traxie was forced to bring new life into the world without any help from the "proud" father. Because something had obviously went wrong, Traxie did not deliver her son at the end of that summer. Fall came and went, and the mare was growing desperate. She knew it was way past her due date, but could she do anything about it? No; she would have to wait the pregnancy out. Finally, finally, during the worst middle-of-winter snow storm that Sobibor had seen in over a hundred years, Preston came into the world. The first thing that his mother did was break down, tears blurring her vision. Anyone who might have seen the birth might have thought that Traxie was actually sad that she had a son, but they would be totally and completely wrong; the tears that fell from her eyes to land in the freshly-fallen snow were filled with nothing but happiness. It was that moment that she realized what she had said to Jet was really just a lie; she really loved the stallion, and now she would never see him again; however, now that she had Preston, the horse that she had loved with all of her heart would always be with her. Growing up without a father seemed normal to young Preston; since he never knew Jet, he didn't know that it wasn't just Traxie who made him. The young colt often saw others romping around in the meadow with a father and a mother watching proudly from the sidelines, but never thought anything of it; he always just assumed that he was special; he felt that he was the only horse in the world who could say that he had only a mom who loved him more than anyone else's parents put together. It was only when he turned a year old did Preston learn the truth about how he came to be; his mom was force-bred. She didn't even want him! The mare had been heartbroken when she learned she was pregnant! Preston didn't give poor Traxie the chance to explain that she wasn't thrilled at first, but that she had never felt more proud and pleased with herself and at the world when he was born. He turned around and ran away as fast as he could. "I'm never coming back! You can be sure of that!" He had shouted those 10 heart-wrenching words over his shoulder as he left his mother for good; Traxie had tore after him, but her young son was just so much quicker than her. Tears filled her eyes and she fell to the ground, weeping at the loss of her most prized possession of all. For a week after that, Preston lived life to its fullest; he stayed out as late as he wanted to and did whatever he wished to do. However, as time passed, the days began to drag on, empty and full of loneliness. One night, Preston stood beside a small pond and looked in at his reflection. He blinked and there, staring back at him, was Traxie. She opened her mouth and cried out a silent plea for help. Fear burned in her eyes, but Preston was too horrified to move. A leaf fell onto her face and she disappeared, and the only horse looking back at Preston was himself, the picture of pure selfishness. "Oh, how stupid I've been!" The young stag turned and flew back in the direction in which he had came when he run away from his mom a few days ago. However, what he found came as such a shock to him that he could hardly take it in without passing out; the meadow in which he, his mother, and several other equine families was in pieces; grass was trampled down, trees were spattered with blood, and there were even bodies of young foals strewn across the clearing, their throats torn out, their pelts soaked in blood. A voice sounded behind him, making poor Preston nearly jump out of his skin. It was a rather old mare, her eyes drooping and voice cracking with age. "Traxie's gone, son. A bunch of stallions came in, whooping and yelling, and up and took them all away. Any horses younger than six moons were killed instantly, as you can see there, and their fathers were taken into the woods; you could hear shrieks of pain coming from them before they fell silent; they're all dead too. Myself and the other elders were the only ones who managed to find shelter in an underground cave; we felt like wolves, hiding like that, but we knew we'd perish if we didn't. Those stallions took all of the mares that they could find, your mother included. They said she was the prettiest there, and that they had plans for her. I think she's doomed to a life full of pain and suffering. I truly am sorry, dear Preston." How the old hag knew his and his mother's name, Preston didn't know, nor did he care. Eyes grew wide and round, mouth gaping open, as he listened to what she was saying. "Gone? How can she be gone? Mother was here just a few days ago! She's got to be here somewhere!" The elderly mare shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, Preston, but you were last here days ago. Unfortunately, that's even more time than necessary for things like that to happen. Your mother really is gone, son. I saw them tie her with chains and drag her away like a cat with a freshly killed mouse." The news of his mother being stolen by a bunch of worthless stallions seemed to take almost a lifetime to sink in; Preston stood there, staring at the mare, and then at the ground, a shocked expression present on his features. He simply could not believe that his mother was gone, never again to be seen by her son. After a few minutes of complete and total silence between the two equines, Preston managed to say a regretful thanks to the horse who had presented him with such dreadful news and walked slowly away, struggling not to cry or look at all of the dead bodies laying everywhere. Traxie was a slave, probably a s.x toy, to a bunch of stags, and he was going to find her. Someday, somehow.

The poor beast lives his life as a... Master (leader of Zephyr)

Song: Someday



Preston himself is (c) Pyrr, but I wrote his history


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Cursed as... Vandalism


But calls himself... Vandal


Don't point fingers... Shetland Pony


Don't laugh... 14 hh


Looks say... Male


Curse those looks... Hard muscles are visible beneath a shaggy black pelt; Vandal has dark brown eyes that almost match his coat. The stallion stands slightly taller than normal, and his hooves are slightly larger and pointier than your average pony's. On his back left hip, there is a white X, a former scar. Why an X? In the eyes of the Wackatchu Tribe, it is the symbol of death; it is rarely given out to anyone, but whoever receives it is destined to be executed.


Hating life for... 5 moonflights


Sticks 'n stones... Vandal is the type of pony who is content to stand back and lurk in the shadows, allowing someone else to take control of the situation. Because of his past, his hope is pretty much non-existent; he accepts his fatal destiny, and knows that is only a matter of time until it is fulfilled. Vandalism has a very hard time trusting any equine, but can be the sweetest thing when you finally do gain his trust.


What did he do to deserve this? Vandalism was born to two average-ranked ponies; in the Wackatchu Tribe, it was a custom to have arranged matings. The elderly members randomly selected two ponies to become mates, and, whether they liked it or not, they were forced to breed and produce a foal. If a pair had a filly, then they had to stay together, for the Tribe greatly needed mares to have children. However, if you have a colt, you were executed immediately, and because Vandal was born a male, he never knew his parents. The colt was always a few hands taller than the other ponies his age, and was constantly made fun of; other foals thought that it would be great fun to call him "Giant" and "Mountain-butt." The adults of his Tribe watched him non-stop, just waiting for him to mess up; he was different from everyone else, so the Tribe obviously wanted an excuse to kill him. Low and behold, just before he was given an official name at the age of six moons, Vandal was caught kicking the Sacred Rock, no doubt in an unstoppable rage because of the constant rumors about him. One of the elders immediately beat him up and marked him with the X on his left hip; he received the name Vandalism for supposedly "vandalizing" what belonged to another pony. The day before his execution, the young colt slipped out of his little prison and fled the territory, never to be seen or heard from again --according to the Wackatchu Tribe, at least.


Lives as... a slave

Song: Six Feet From The Edge

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4/18/09 -- Gingersnap -- Wolfess
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4/16/09 -- Enrage -- Wolfess -- Appearance & Personality
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