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Re: Suicidal Army « Reply #1 on Apr 12, 2008, 9:12pm »
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○curse• Suicide ○trips• Five ○blood• Arabian Mustang Cross ○created• Femme ○path• Darkness ○reason• As if me parents weren't reason enough for the path I chose surely the life i live is reason enough. ○appearance• My frame shows the proof of both my mother and my father; sleek and lengthy yet still muscular and toned; if my arabian blood is not clear through my shape it is easily seen in my dial and nape; my coat is that of deep sorrel hues and my tassels are painted the deepest hue of crimson; my body is covered with hidden scars forever a mystery under my sleek coat; upon my legs rise the the white socks of my father. ○attitude• I have been called crazy & wild; they have no idea the wicked thoughts that haunt my mind each and everyday; I am no fool and I know that I am of a dark attitude I don't try to hide it but at the same time I don't try to force it upon every equine that I happen to cross paths with; I have little trust and even less love; I have a quick mind and a sharp tongue; Most of all never question the hatred that runs through my veins. ○story• Suicide was born and raised in the high mountains of Montana. It was a dark herd held together by the strong bond of hatred that was felt toward the cruel world they had all been tossed into. Suicide soon learned to hold her own in the herd and often found herself in trouble with the older mares because of her sarcastic and uncaring remarks. She was heiress to the realm and apple of her daddy's eye, that was until her younger brother came along, and like any other herd the colt took control and the father's attention. This forced Suicide to find her own herd, somewhere that she could control. She was 2 when she was joined into a rather strange herd. Survival of the fittest among the mares, a strive for the true prize. The lead bronc of the herd was quite a stag, strong and confident. Able to bend even the strong of femmes to his will. He knew he was everything a mare would want and knew that only the best could stand by his side. Nearly everyday was battle between the mares, struggling to be his one and only.
Suicide was young when she entered the herd and spent a year as nothing more then a low member. But she had a secret. Trey, the lead bronc, had his eye on her. Her attitude and sense of self captured him and Suicide knew that by the time she was of age he would be hers. By the age of 3 she had managed to fight her way to Trey, nearly everyday was a battle against some one looking to steal her love from her. And in love they truly were or at least it seemed that way. Trey had promised himself to her, vowing that as long as she could fight for his love he would stand strong beside her. But that was a lie, Trey had his eye on another young flicka. When Suicide learned of this she sought out the femme challenging her. Things got heated and Suicide ended up killing the younger femme. It truly was an accident but others began to talk, they spoke of how insane she was. Trey, the one she trusted, banned her from the herd saying any that could kill another of their own kind deserved not to live among any. Guilt has drove her insane and now she is here. The real question is, is she running from the guilt of the dead vixen? Or the pain of her lost love?
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