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. . .A P H R O D I T E. . . crying out for 'coup de grace' Stars are the only light in the abyss in front of the living skeleton, the abused soul. Here and there a chasm caught the radiance of the moon, assisting any ocular window to see the layout in front of them. Shadows hid those afraid of the witching hour, too scared to show their mug in the light of the life giving sun ricocheting off the moon to betray them and ploy the death of anyone too weak to stand; anyone who dare inhabit the hour of death. Owls made their presence known, a small mouse scurried away from the now halted mare and in the blink of an eye talons swooped down, a scornful screech was heard and a powerful gust swept the giant animal away, squeezing it's pray now attempting to avaid to no avail. Freedom is not promised, then again nothing ever is. A whispering stream in the near distance told tails of a drought, it’s weak trickling were the sounds of small pools descending on dampened rocks; this is the direction Aphrodite began to advance. Heavy pillars pushed onward, each step crunching the dead blades against ivory daggers. Exhausted, at her arrival the sad excuse for a mare closed her eyes; just as she had thought the water was very limited she knelt down as to reach the rocky bottom of the ravine. Drinking to her fill the mare stood right up and began to fill on what green grass had survived the suns unforgiving heat. This wondering minx was all that was left of her royal lines, images flash in her head constantly of bone, durra matter that splashed the ground and stained her paint. A scornful howl that suddenly came to silence, a once hefty head of her father now flattened upon its former throne. Her mother’s voice ceased to emit any audible words; what she wouldn’t give to hear her mother say I love you once again. Blood curdling laughter filled her surroundings; disbelief, rage and anger swamped her entire being, whispered promises that everything will be okay were the fuel to her fire. Aphrodite bit down grinding her teeth, this grass gave her a chance at life but did she really deserve it? Her mother and father laid projected from her mind to the real world, the body that depicted them was bruised, and their heads flat and they lay cold and motionless under the stars light; blood trickled down into the ravine in which she had taken drinks to sustain her own life. Streams from her orbs began to flow and the mare turned away from the image of her dead parents, their blood polluting the water. She turned away from her own blood, her father who gave his life to protect her and her mother who raised her and gave everything to protect her. Worthless piece of shit, you did that to them. YOU did. whispers in her head and she believed every word you deserve nothing but to die. You deserved to be fucked to death, you couldn’t even produce a foal. Killed them all with the blackness inside. Everything she told herself was correct, she befriended Sinister, she was the reason that the colt had a home and was able to spy on the herd until the right time. She fell in love with him, had dreams nightly about him and his masculine white frame. Flawless and so warm to the touch, a temptation that she set herself up with after all. Disobeying orders, playing on the boundaries of the safety of her land and the land her parents never spoke about bringing a strange colt into the land going on just a story, let alone talking to a stranger. It should have been her that died; or was never born. Aphrodite stood in the light of the night, bats fluttering above her, a slow plink, drop, plink, drop coming from behind her of the stream about dried up. Her two toned pelt was once vibrant, backed with muscle and fat yet slender and flawless; now she resembles that of a skeleton, ridges and valleys of her rib cage, mountains and gorges along her back. She is covered in scars along her rump, a fresh wound on her underbelly given to her by some bastard trying to get himself off; blood, now dried, was matted in her coat along with various twigs/leaves in a caked mud. Her arch scarred beyond healing but hidden by her long banner. She wasn’t someone you would look at and think of royalty; she was someone you would expect to be much older than her 5 years and have fought in a battle or two. A depressed wheeze emitted from her cavernous chambers and through her nares. She stood alone, and didn’t think much about it; memories haunted her mind and they were slowly becoming her reality. Word count: 813 Muse: Coming back to me Speech Thoughts Tags: Aphrodite || Trinity Status: Finished

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. . .A P H R O D I T E. . . crying out for 'coup de grace' The land in which Aphrodite resided before the great disaster was that of greenery, floral plants of paradise, plenty of shelter at the base of the huge mountain which boarded it. Caves dotted the baseline, pools of cool water inside of them, stalagmites protruded from the floor, stalactites from above, dotting the surfaces at the back of the dark caves, warning the living not to go past. Bats lived here, along with numerous breeds of large spiders, small lizards and other unknown creatures. Aphrodite would often find herself exploring the caves, coming across jewels and smooth rocks that she gifted to her father when he returned from various meetings. The peaks of the mountains jutted through the thick clouds, they were covered in snow through even the warmest of seasons; Aphrodite often dreamt of trudging her way up the side of the massive formation just to frolic in the untouched flawless snow. Dangerous journeys were often on the mind of the young filly, her life was full of adventure but nothing that she would get even a scrape here and there. Every creature that she met was kind, did not mind the intrusion of a filly on a journey to nowhere, no one minded getting acquainted with such a kind, helpful young royal soul. She often stuck around her herd or one of the allied as she got older, not finding interest in being alone on the boundaries that seemed emptier to her. But on a hot evening, the yearling found herself drawn to a shadow figure in that direction; her mother wanted to distract her but also didn’t want to raise suspicion that it could be dangers (knowing her daughter’s adventurous spirit) so she prayed and hopped it was a small creature perhaps a deer of some sort and kept watch. As she approached she had no sense of urgency or of danger, just that of exploration and carelessness. Gaining on the shadow, the figure began to reveal its true colors of a pure white colt, about of her yearling age – and this was of utmost excitement. With a spring in her step, the filly flicked her whips and rose her head high wearing a huge grin that her orbs were appeared to be closed. A startled jump came from the colt, he seemed to be in deep thought, his breathing was really quick, actions skittish and he looked like he was on the lookout. The filly giggled for she knew no fear and no reason to act in such a manner – perhaps he just needed a playmate! That had to be it! And with that one thought, the filly uttered her first words to the scarred, lost Sinister, Hey! My name is Aphrodite, but you can just call me Aph if you’d like! What’s your name? Why are you out here all alone? Don’t you have a family? As she was trudging through the muck that was clinging to and staining her pelt a dirty mucky brown, Aphrodite wasn’t sure if this was exactly where the brute was meaning to go, how could anyone live in… mud? His crème frame in front of her seemed to relax a bit, his strides slowed; though she wasn’t sure if it was because he was relaxed or if it was because he could see the toll it was taking on her. Ripples along her sides reflected her canvas rolling over prominent rib bones; was there any greenery here? How did this stag say how he was if he lived here? An exhausted bellow came out of the mare as they came to a stop, the smog anticipating a next step swooshed away from her pillars. Her mug held low and to the side, the mare’s breath was shallow and deep; one may here a slight wheeze if they listened hard enough. She was so exhausted and focused on not passing out, she failed notice that they actually were on the edge of the forest and a solid land was just a step or two away. Now surrounding them were trees and shrubs of different sort, a tuff of grass here and their sticking out of the now semi solid muck. Her orbs closed and head low, her energy was drained; she caught his words and was more grateful that she had ever been in her life. The thoughts of why he was helping her, and what he wanted, they left her mind and all she could do was listen. Well since your here and going to stay for a bit, I am Syndicate. Syndicate she repeated his name in her mind. A low nicker emitted from her mug as it rose to look at the stag standing a yard or so away from her, he wasn't old at all. He reminded her of her younger self, for now he did anyways. Syndicate, my name is… the scene with Sinister flashed in her mind and the words did as well. Hey! My name is Aphrodite, but you can just call me Aph if you’d like! What’s your name? Why are you out here all alone? Don’t you have a family? Oh how the tables have turned, the mares mug now closed, opened yet again. Syndicate, I am Aphrodite. And in her mind she replied to the questions she asked the foal, years ago, I have no family, no where to go… I was dumped by a blood thirsty bastard who betrayed me, killed my family, used me. Her thoughts drifted as her energy deplored even more, a close cluster of shrubs, trees and other various greenery caught her eye as she walked past the stag and onto the solid ground. Slowly getting herself to the ground the mare let a sigh of relief out, sores on her body were outweighed by the feeling her legs were radiating everywhere. Huffing she slowed her breathing and once again looked at the young being who had just shown mercy to her pathetic life. Thank you. Her words were emitted and a small, sad smile perched itself across her mug. And after that everything went black. | Text | Speech | 480 | Muse: It's okay, better than before XD Status: Finished

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M U T I L A T I O N

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Mutilation
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Gypsy Vanner x Spanish Mustang x APH x Arabian x Shire x Mustang x Andalusian x Danish Warmblood x Percheron x Thoroughbred
GENDER
Stallion
HEIGHT
16.2Hand High
ROTATIONS
5 years old
CANVAS COLOR
Silver Smokey Grullo
BANNER
Flaxen with white forelock and a ruby hair extension on the forelock
OPTICS
Violet
VARIATIONS
Dun factor, leg barring resembles waves

MUTATIONS
None
GENETICS
ee/Aa/nCr/nD/nZ

CHIEF COMPLAINT
Stamina- 100%
Mana:- 90% - Strange sexual fetishes, hypersexuality
VIRTUE
Dark
SANCTUARY
Loner
ECHELON
Loner

DAYS OF YORE

Mutilation is the middle foal out of a set of triplets from Monoceros and Nikoletta. He is the Fourth foal out of monoceros, while he is the tenth child of nikoletta. His father tried to rape his mother the first time the two of them met. He did not realize before it was too late that was exactly what she wanted him to do. Soon after their encounter Nikoletta became a whore spawning many children, many years later his mother went to his father’s home wanting some fun, to cause him a bit of trouble. His father admitted that he loved and at the same time hated his mother, but she could not bring herself to say the words that he wanted to hear. When their time was over she left claiming a home of her own needing a place to raise her children.

She gave birth to the triplets. Maim was the first to stand and speak so she took hold of the trio. Massacre was the second to stand and speak so he was the middle child and considered the muscle of the trio. Mutilation was the smallest and spoke with a slight lisp and with a bit of anger accepted his place at the bottom of the trio. Nikoletta warned her children to stay away from their father, hoping to save them the pain of how Monoceros would act when he met them. Mutilation did not feel the need to meet him so it did not bother him to not meet his father.

When his sister Maim insisted on meeting their father he went along with his sister. He did not like the fact that if he just stepped a little out of formation Massacre would get angry. Mutilation went along with everything attempting to ignore Massacre as much as he could. He developed a strange fascination for Maim. The older he got the more he developed a darker personality wanting to take his brother out and make it slow. His fascination with his sister has increased and he has decided that she will be his it is only a matter of time. Mutilation helped his brother raise his son along with Maim.

DISPOSITION

Mutilation is a truly scary equine. Upon first glance you would not see anything scary about him. He hold the demeanor of an equine that is a push over and that might be what he honestly wants you to believe. He was tormented as a foal by his brother Massacre and rarely allowed to speak. Mutilation was not allowed to move out of a perfect formation that his brother insisted that they master. Mutilation was never perfect and often suffered because of it. The stallion was born with a lisp that has remained with him no matter how much he ages. When he speaks his words hold wisdom those much older than him had yet to learn. The brute able to get under others skin often using them to benefit him.

He will not be made fun of and if he will take you down without thinking twice about it. Mutilation has strange sex fetishes and wishes to experience all of them. He wants to make his sister Maim his personal sex slave. The brute is a selfish equine often wanting others to be his and only his. Mutilation will not hold back this information when you meet him. He is actually quite happy to fill you in with exactly what he wants. Mutilation will rape if a mare fails to abide by his requests. He is not ashamed of his life and will never be.

CORRELATIONS

- Nikoletta x Monoceros

-- Unholy Trinity x Athos & Nishant & Andromeda

--- Codeine x Condemned October & Zero x Evangeline & Orion x Leila

---- Paralyzer x Exile & Created & Created & Zepar x Kurai & Eros x Valeria & Created

----- Created & Created & Created & Demonique x Pyrios & created & Created

------ Shattered x Deadly Revenge & Created

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broken-lust.deviantart.com/art/MUTILATION-329890160

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R O S A L I E

Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

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Rosalie
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Gypsy Vanner x Spanish Mustang x APH x Arabian x Shire x Mustang x Andalusian x Danish Warmblood x Friesian x Percheron x Thoughbred
GENDER
Mare
HEIGHT
16.3Hand High
ROTATIONS
8 years old
CANVAS COLOR
Cremello Dun
BANNER
Ivory/cream
OPTICS
Light Blue with Dark Blue and Red Flecks
GENETICS
ee/Aa/CrCr/Dd/nZ

CHIEF COMPLAINT
Physical: 100%
Mental:85% Vampiristic Tendencies
SANCTUARY
Loner
ECHELON
Loner
Allegiance goes to
Qaletaqua
DAYS OF YORE

Rosalie was the product of.. rape, well not really rape because the willing can't be raped. Nikoletta had just come into season and called forth someone to help her out Monoceros answered her call. He wanted to teach the young mare a lesson, but instead of fear him she enjoyed herself, causing Ros's plan to fail. Nikoletta gave birth to Rosalie and loved the young filly for she came from her. Rosa had a very easy life from the beginning because her mother would do anything for her, but it always came at a price and the filly never thought she was better then anyone. The young filly wished to meet her father she left in search of her father finding him. Monoceros loved his daughter but was ashamed at how he acted. She returned to her mother filling a bit complete, by then she had more siblings.



She continued to grow much like her mothers first time she was raped but she did not enjoy it. The stallion was named Requiem, and the mare had a colt named Clavicus Vile. She could not hate her son. She raised her son, a few years past and she had a child named Pisces with a stallion named Azrael. Time continued on and she ran into Requiem again who acted differently, for he was growing as a stallion and they had a set of twins named Blink and Phantasm. The mare loved all of her children and thought she cared about Requiem, but her dreams were broken and she learned the truth. Rosa left her homelands trying to find herself. Now she has returned hoping to find what she is looking for.

DISPOSITION

Rosalie can be described in many ways. She is a sweet mare giving anyone a chance that she can. She has a darker side that not many have seen, it is hidden very well and only released when she needs it. She has never truly loved lust is a word that can be used to describe it. Rosalie is trusting almost too much for her own good most of the time. Family is important to the mare that is why she was thrilled to have her own children and raise them to the best of her ability. Rosa was also happy that her mother and father found each other and worked out their differences.

The darker part of the mare can be calculating, and deceiving. She can make up a back story that is completely different and make up a completely different personality just to get close to someone. Although this is rare but it is something that she does when she is bored and looks for a new start.


CORRELATIONS

- Nikoletta x Monoceros
-- Unholy Trinity x Athos & Nishant & Andromeda
--- Codeine x Condemned October & Zero x Evangeline & Orion x Leila
---- Paralyzer x Exile & Created & Created & Zepar x Kurai & Eros x Valeria & Created
----- Created & Created & Created & Demonique x Pyrios & created & Created
------ Shattered x Deadly Revenge & Created

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trinitywynette.deviantart.com/art/Rosalie-301061345

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This is just a text to test this layout. Don't worry about what I am typing or you will be sorry. Seriously it will confuse you so don't even try to fallow. Tomorrow is egg day, the sandwiches are extra packed with grass and pinecones. Ice cream melts at an usual rate during autumn, all the pumpkins wearing faces and cats eating their brains. No one turns their head to mind when a leaf gets run over, but if it's a squirrel the whole world has a heart attack. Leaves have feelings too, they grow sprout, they work hard to earn the feed they get. Don't underestimate the work of a good sock, they keep your feet dry unless you lose the other half, then you will be off balance and one foot will be wetter than the other. Don't even get me started on potato peels. text color for other content Text | Speech Odin Text | Speech Freyr Text | Speech Thor

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Name Tanis

Gender Mare

Breed Andalusian x Thoroughbred x Irish Sport Horse x Lusitano x Mangalarga Machado x Welsh Pony x Shetland Pony x Shire x Connemara Pony x Caspian x Holsteiner x Oldenburg x Belgian

Age 1 1/2

Height 13.3

Coloration here Grullo [base black] Featuring Brindle markings along rump, legs[top of the cannon bones], and underside of cheek, Dorsal Stripe, Badger face, High Socks on all 4 legs Eyes are green, mane and tail are black. Also Black tipped ears.

Allegiance Altus

Health:
--Mental: 100% Endemic Memory
--Physical: 100%

Personality Tanis is a very socially awkward mare, she doesn't care much for superficial things such as love or social status. She has never killed anything in her life and only eats what she needs to survive, Tanis believes in preserving mother nature that gives all equine life and a place to live, food to eat and more than they would ever need to survive. Along with her belief in conservation, Tanis believes in understanding the earth and the different manifestations that are of the earth but not really understood, this includes spirits and living dead. Tanis is a short pony build (much like the build of a Connemara pony, her legs are particularly short with her neck making up for her height. Tanis has an Eidetic memory making it easy for her to learn and remember places, things, and equine.

History Tanis was born to a mare within a herd of warrior assassins, her mother was force bred and thus impregnated with Tanis. Through odd chances the filly was born to resemble the pony breeds that are distant in her blood line, while her mother was a large mare that took her place in many battles without sacrificing herself, and her father being a ruthless giant; she was the polar opposite of both of them. She was challenged since day one, starting with getting the premature filly to walk within her first hour of life, to be a warrior just like her mother and everyone else in the herd. She was often the center of other foal's jokes and bullying as she did not fit in with any of them because of her different views in life. The fact that she was different did not bother her, the bullying did take a toll on her though and she was a depressed filly up until about a year old after a year old, Tanis stopped caring and would disappear for weeks at a time until the herd finally left her behind, she never herd from her mother again nor any of the herd members. Being socially awkward, Tanis does not mind living a life by herself, she finds that she is better company than any other equine has ever been and therefor does not miss contact with them. She found her way into RLTW and is hopeful to explore the many different lands including those that may contain spirits or ghouls of sorts.