Post by Amore on Jul 6, 2009 12:37:08 GMT -5
call me by name;;
Amore
stereotype me as i am;;
feminine
number me as you please;;
five years
see me in others;;
arabian x thoroughbred
paint me on canvas;;
bay
thread me with strings;;
black
give me marbles for eyes;;
deep brown
define me with creativity;;
purple swirls on forehead, extending above the eyes and down the neck in a symmetrical pattern
grow me in your gardens;;
fifteen point two hands
place me in a group;;
alone
give me an attitude;;
Amore is, in the simplest description, a flirtatious mare. She sees a handsome stallion and her wheels start turning. She'll slip into your life, without you even realizing what she's all about. She spout that she loves you like a fountain spouts water, but the chances she truly means it are slim to none. She's a cunning, sly bitch, too, though, so when she's done toying with you she'll have more than enough information about you to tear you apart. She's not reserved about doing so either, but you'd probably never know it was her who had betrayed your trust. She'll give small explanations, say she just needs a few days alone, and then never return. If you see her walking away, she's gone for good. She's arrogant, for sure, and very egotistical. She knows she's pretty, and she's not afraid to flaunt it. She'll tease until she's got the stallion she's gripped onto follows her like a little puppy, if she's in the mood to do so. She thinks of life like a game, with each new stallion as the next challenge she has to overcome. Some could say it's because she's an unvoiced feminist, while others would just call her a whore. She's not much of a fighter, not physically, but she will if she has to, have no doubts about that. She might grow out of this attitude, but perhaps she never will. It's hard to say, really. One thing is certain, though; she is perfectly happy the way she is right now. If she actually, truly fell in love... She'd likely just run away.
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tell me a story;;
Try as you might, you'll never get an accurate, fully detailed history from her, though it isn't because she's forgotten the details. She'd just prefer you didn't know about it, because it's made up of her schemes. She can't just give away her secrets to anybody. Nonetheless, the tale will be told.
Amore was born to kind mare, for certain, but her father was far from so. She had been the result of a force breeding, and her mother was no more than a slave who had bore the stallion two other foals previously, in much the same manner. As she wasn't a colt, Amore was treated with hatred from her father, and she was a disgrace in her mother's eyes. She always knew how they felt about her, so as soon as she could she ran. At the time, she was a year old, with her powers beginning to awaken, and she was scared for her life as she ran fast and far. They didn't bother to follow her, thinking her useless.
Until she was two, she wandered alone, lonely, but getting tough. She fended for herself, and grew strong. When she ran into a young bachelor stud, who was only a year older than her, though, she took to following him. That was when she learnt she could get him to do what she wanted, just by batting her eyelashes and asking pretty please. That's when her habits began to start developing.
After a year, she got bored and left him behind, breaking his little heart. It's been the same ever since, the periods she was with each getting smaller and smaller as she got older. The first stallions she just left, but the latest stallions...those she has at least attempted to destroy entirely, and she's succeeded with some.
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Accepted, with the third quadrant of the psychic power
