Omenology // Female // Syndicate
Nov 23, 2014 11:43:36 GMT -6
Post by Δ Beauty With The Booty on Nov 23, 2014 11:43:36 GMT -6
Foal Name: Omenology[/color] She asked, sickingly sweet. The grullo stag narrowed his eyes at his daughter and commanded her...softer, back to her mother. This seemed to do the trick as her mood lightened and she smiled brightly before bounding off towards where she assumed her mother was.
Parents: Ktenology x Dietrich
Siblings from Same Breeding: --
Desired Alliegence: Syndicate
Sample Post: A soft giggle came from the tiny frame of the filly as she bounded along. She was a bundle of energy, always bouncing around as she went. Where she went exactly? A circle around her walking sire. The huge stag was absolutely done with his youngest child. She was worse than her sister, Thanatology. Omen did not mind or did not notice the growing irritation coming from her Father. She giggled again, kicking up sand as she bounded circles around him. She had marvelous stamina and strength for her age, as well as precision and impeccable timing. She didn't even look out of breath. The sounds of sparring caught the little filly's attention and she halted, harks perked up towards the various members of the Syndicate as they trained. She didn't have long to look because her sire's large barreled chest smacked right into her. The silver black filly was thrown forward and her shoulder hit the earth, sand going everywhere as her dad attempted to not step on his precious little daughter. His long grullo stilts spread wide and he stumbled forward slightly, meticulously and quickly placing his large slates so he would not crush Omen's small body. In the end, he stood over her, almost menacingly if one came around a corner to see them. He just hoped Ktenology wasn't around to see this, she might think he was attacking their child. "Damn it, Omen, watch where you are going, child!" But this did not stop little Omen. She stood up, poll pressing against her dad's stomach and then bounded off. She giggled and bucked out playfully as she ran right up to a familiar palomino pelt.
The sprout did not even stop, she ran smack into Meta's hocks, a sound 'smack' echoing through the canyon, followed by her giggle. When she was shot back from the impact, she acted quickly and took a nice, harsh bite out of the palomino stud's gaskin. Her little teeth digging in but not enough to draw blood. She let out a laugh and spit out any fur that stuck to her mouth and bounded around the bronc before he could decide to kick whatever the hell attacked his ass. She bounced to his front, stopping and looking up at him. She smiled brightly, some of his fur still clinging to her dark, veiny lips. Her auds flattened playfully and she straffed sideways and made a growling sound. She jumped back to her original position and made the sound again before she bounded forward and reared up on her long baby legs. Her tiny hooves flailed in the air and she made a 'grrrr' at him, hoping to intimidate the larger bronc. She giggled through her growling and landed back on all fours. Once she was back to earth, she reached her muzzle up to her uncle, her top lip reaching out as if for a far leaf. After a moment she snorted and turned on a dime, bouncing off towards all the sparring equines.
The youngster seemed to dance around them all, narrowly dodging their stray hits. Her movements were fluid as if she were dancing when in reality she was bounding around haphazardly like a fawn. Omen barely dodged a powerful kick from her cousin, Vittoria, and she turned to look at her female friend. This proved to be her downfall for she ran smack into her other cousin's hocks. Said cousin neighed in surprise, bucking out and just missing the filly's skull. The large brute turned around and instantly almost died right there. Satanael looked around frantically to see if anyone other than his twin had seen the atrocity he had almost committed. If he had killed his little cousin, is Mother would have his hide. While he was not in Cocytus, he was in his sires herd, who were allies to his mother's land. Which meant the family rule extended to them. "Om, what are you doing out here, you're too young!" He snapped at her. Omenology just grinned at him and stood up, "Tranny!" The pale stag paled even further at her name for him. He could hear snickering behind him, though he wasn't sure who it was. Probably Tori or Con. He sighed for what felt like twenty years and gave her a pointed look. She was completely oblivious or just straight up ignored his look. About this time, her dad popped up, furious. "Omenology, what have I told you?! Get your ass back to your mother, now!" His voice was gritty as always and commandingly harsh. The young filly looked at him and her smile faded. She did not like to be yelled at. That was the number one rule with the youngest member of Reach.
The air around the filly instantly thickened and the subtly glowing veins began to glow brighter. Her silver eyes dimmed with her anger. She was furious. Satanael instantly took a step back as the red veins showed up. For a young filly she had quite the anger and violent reputation. Her silvered eyes snapped up to her sire's mis-matched ones. "Daddy, I would hope you were not yelling at me."