Post by tyrant on Oct 7, 2008 20:10:30 GMT -5
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Hello Little Boys, Little Toys, We're the Dreams you're believing....
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My name is Forte
But if I REALLY like you, you can call me: ha, you wish...
Crawling UP the walls, R u n n i n g Down your face
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As you can see, I'm an Appaloosa
I stand at 15.2 hh
You think you're better than me, 'cause I'm a girl
but you're wrong.
Oh, me? Well, Forte is a lovely equine, and always has been. Slender but muscular all the same, Forte has an athletic figure that gives hint to her rather spunky nature. A deep bay, almost a charcoal during winter, Forte's beauty comes not from a spectacular white or a dappled palamino pelt. Her beauty is not from the status-quo back, white, or tan. No twin blue eyes, or long flowing flaxen mane to compliment blonde beauty. Infact, her appearance does not blend into the regular herd at all. However, the odd spotting, the abnormal appaloosa pelt, gives birth to an almost exotic look. White on deep bay, with bullet holes for one to witness more bay circled with gray. An odd mixture indeed. Long, slender legs carry Forte in a most regal posture, adding to the 'you can't have it' figure the mare wears effortlessly. Mismatched eyes of deep russet and glassy blue, the mare's exotic beauty is almost an eerie unnatural.
I have reigned three years
Razor Sharp, Razor Clean. Feel The Weapon's
s e n s a t i o n.
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You think you know me? Spunky, sensual, and slightly arrogant, and one to blame for the trouble in the herd, Forte could be stereotyped for a while. That is, until you realize that you're dealing with a whole different kind of creature altogether.Like much of the appaloosa characteristics, Forte can be harsh, bitter, and competitive. Bragging wisdom beyond her young years should permit, Forte is discernful and is able to determing the intentions, vile or pure, of almost any beast. The lovely mare knows how to ruffle a few feathers to get her way without getting into trouble. In any occassion, she is not a mare to taunt. Extremely vengeful, to be on Forte's bad list can be considered a death wish. If she doesn't kill you herself, the inadvertant afflictions might drive you to seek death. Manipulative and strong-willed, this mare knows exactly what she wants in life AND how to achieve it.
However, beyond the haughty arrogance and intimidating front, Forte has a side that many will never get the chance to witness. To those that gain respect in her sight, the spunky mare can become quite loyal and even obedient. The strong-willed nature can be used for good, protective purposes, and the manipulative and sensual characteristics for purposes malicious to others, but benefitial to individuals.
Likes:
+ Those who live by her will
+ Uncomfortable situations
+ Crawling into the minds of lessers
+ The look of fear
+ The smell of fear
+ A good challenge
+ Deep alliances
dislikes •
+ Idiots
+ Other Females
+ Shallow minded brats
+ "Unbreakable" spirits
+ Boredom
+ Do-gooders
+ TRAITORS (ohh man, dont betray her)
habits •
+ Starting trouble
+ Getting out of trouble
+ Climbing to the top of the career-ladder
+ Flirting shamelessly
On your Back
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It all started when.. Forte was raised in a typical herd. A alpha mare, an alpha male, beta male, beta mare, and so on and so forth. The classic punishment system was enforced; do bad, get bad results. Their ruler, the Alpha, had no problem punishing and at times abused his power. Forte was born a love child between the Alpha female and the beta male. The punishment for such a careless act from the queen? The offspring was never to be great, never to become anything more than a simple herd mare/colt. Thus, her fate was decided for her. She would be a nothing. Not a slave, not a master. Just, nothing.
Young and boistrous, chaotic and careless, Forte was a beauty from the get-go. Forte never seemed to notice that she was supposed to be nothing. A plain herd mare, living and dieing with not even a blink or whisper to her existence. She never seemed to notice because that never came true. She was a 'something' from birth. All the colts she toyed with would tease her endlessly about her bloodline and curse, but secretly inside they longed to run thier muzzles along her soft hide. They desired to trace the circles among her rump, the dots taht burned holes in their minds. As she grew older, and even more spunkier, it was not only colts that yearned for her affections. The Alpha himself desired her for himself.
She was two when the large, bulky, frightening stud first made his advances. To put it plainly, it was be his or be gone. To be ostracized from their herd was the biggest shame. To be forbidden from home was the death penalty wrapped up in friendly wrapping paper. The young spotted mare refused the first offer. The large, black stallion looming over the lanky foal. It seemed a crime to take the innocense of such a bright little flame. However, though even her mother witnessed his propositioning-- no one did anything. Mismatched eyes would search for her alpha day in and day out, hoping to avoid the beast and his ungodly intentions. He was her mother's mate! Though they had no blood line to cross and mix to create degenerate babies, it just did not seem right. Forte was bullied from either side. Looked down upon by the younger colts of the herd for being a "scoundral" or "wh*re", and jeered by the older mares for not taking the offer, for being "too good" for the King. For months he would say it would be the last time he'd ask so nicely, and for months she'd run from his nipping mouth that tugged her mane and his lustful glances that draped over her curves.
Her mother was humiliated, pointed out, and scoffed on a daily basis-- a crime that Forte had caused just by being her. The sire, the beta, was a joke. His daughter being persued by the King. After a few months time, Forte knew that there was no way out of this. Except to run. Risk death by predators and run. To be alone where she could not hurt her mother, or be touched by any other. And so, she ran. Forte, destined to be 'nothing' knew that she could never not be something.
With loaded Guns
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