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Post by &&pixel on Mar 5, 2008 0:08:51 GMT -5
curse him;;
Blackbird
sex him;;
bastard
runs in his blood;;
fresian x mustang
measure him;;
17.3 hh.
been in this hell hole;;
three years
fucks with;;
darks
paint him;;
jet black
tresses;;
silver
persona;;
Vain, domineering, and manipulative, Blackbird is not one to mess with. He's got a violent and unpredictable temper, and enjoys making others uncomfortable. He likes to put on a show, as it were—to scare others with his size, strength, and ability to jump quickly from mood to mood. He can make anyone do pretty much anything he wants, and he welcomes and enjoys the challenge of controlling others. Will kill anyone in the way. Blackbird has always been cruel, and he'll be cruel, from the womb to the tomb.
black book;;
PAST;;
The ebonite colten dipped his maw into the dark, thick puddle. A pink tounge swept over gray kissers, and the taste of rusty metal entered his dirty mouth. So this is what it tasted like, that gooey crimson liquid his mother called blood. Beside the rust-colored puddle layed the crumpled body of his father. How sad, this young hessian should be grieving, the loss of his father so recent. But no. He was the one who had killed his father, for reign over the dark kingdom of the Realms of Meriposa. Blackbird's father had always been to kind, allowing his slaves to go unscathed as long as they obeyed him, and leaving mare's he'd raped in rogues to rot. If Blackbird had been in his place, he would have beaten slaves daily, and brought any mare he found home for his own personal 'toys'. So he killed his father, with a fatal bite to the neck during slumber, and was now drinking his sire's blood, absorbing his royalty as Dark Lord. Beside his fathers form, his mother, one of the willing mares, gawked in surprise. She turned to look at her son, disdain in her eyes. The mare, Chakra, lashed out at him, but she was soon finished. God, two years old and already reigning over all the darks in the Realms.
Fuck this. he growled, and pissed on his fathers head. Then he moved on, claiming the new dark kingdom, and killing anyone who got in the way.
roleplay sample;;
Obsidean hue galloped through the territory that the equines so fondly called in this realm, the 'rogues'. No, this wasn't some helpless mare, or heroic stallion, he was the Dark Lord, Blackbird. This should have been added to his terrain long ago, but his dissapointment of a father thought that even Lights and Neutrals should have a taste of the hell they lived in. Who cares about lights and neutrals? The more land they could claim the better, it would help the darks when they went to war. The hessian stopped his choppy galloping and slowed to a slow saunter, reaching his crania around to nip at a tick embedded into his black shoulder. All of the sudden a cent traveled to his nares. A dark mare, deffinatly in heat. A smirk appeard on his bloodstained kissers. There was no reason he couldn't have fun while plotting the takeover. Following the scent trail, the ebony brute followed the scent. He spotted a beautiful tri-colored mare, perfect for him. She stood about fifteen hands tall and was on her guard. Blackbird let out a low growl, and stepped from the shadows as the mare turned, obviously surprised. Hello, bitch. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Blackbird smirked as he pulled up next to her, his tounge runner over her shoulder, tasting the sweat and dust that had accumulated over time.
Leave me alone, bastard. The mare said.
Now, why would I do that, lovely. The brute replied. His tool dropped from it's sheath. I'm already hard. You're mine now, and I'll do what I like with you.
The mare shifted, knowing she couldn't make an escape. His maw ran down her bodice, molesting her thoughroly, and his tounge flicked over her rump lightly. Blackbird let out a loud cackle and mounted her roughly, his large ebony pillars holding her in a tight septum. He ignored her bucks and screams of protest, and poked his tip around her opening to harden himself and get ready for penetration. The mare seemed to relax, seduced into a daze. The hessian pushed in, and hard, his long member embedding itself inside of her. Hip joints thrusted roughly and grunts were heard as the Dark Lord worked his magic. All of the sudden, once he could go no farther, he began to rup his tip against the inside of a cavern wall. The mare broke out of her daze and shrieked in agony, causing Blackbird to cackle evily. He released his spores, causing both blood and seed to run down the mare's pillars. He stopped thrusting, and just sat atop the mare, enjoying the feeling of her tight vaginal on his tool. The mare began struggling, and he nipped her hard on the shoulder. Stop, slut. You're mine now. Blackbird had made his first rape, and his first slave claim, as Dark Lord of the Realms of Meriposa.
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