Posted by Rat on August 1, 2008, 6:27 pm
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Name: Rat
Age: 5
Breed: quarter horse and mustang cross.
Gender: Mare
Strength: Quick in body and mind.
Weakness: Bottles up her feelings, not the best at expressing her true self.
Minor Objective: Win a Bronze title in the class of War.
Super Objective: Win a Gold title in the class of War.
Harem Preference: Solira.
Intended Class: War
Sample Post: “Break out anything funny, then I’ll break out your face.”
Rat’s voice had been sweet, almost to the musical sense, but the obvious threat behind her words was hardly as inviting as it sounded. The dark bay mare had never been one to beat around the bush, and she definitely wasn’t one to wait around for someone to get the picture by themselves. Ignorant people annoyed her to no end in sight, and it was bloody infuriating. It was no surprise to her that nearly half those ignorant people always ended up being men or rather those that called themselves “men”. She would have preferred a few other choice words that were best left unspoken; hell, she had more testosterone in her body than all the men she’d ever faced put together. Men! Ha! With a toss of her head she put her notions beside her, less they ruin her fairly decent mood. Yes, she’d forget the whole ordeal all together before it ruined anything at all.
Her previous said words had been directed at one of those so called bearers of bravery and brawn, the kind who assumed they could swoon over you and then you would just as soon fall madly in love with there good looks. The stallion who had, unfortunately for him, stumbled upon her on one of her bad days had been oh so politely told what he could do with himself (which he stupidly ignored bless his soul). In the wake of his lack of brain faculties Rat had assured him that it was in his best interest unless he wanted her to lose her temper and he lose his oh so handsome facial features at the wrath of her teeth; that being the lovely little dialogue you saw just moment before.
Woe is a woman forced into a world of those lesser then her. Woe, woe, woe.
Rat stood quietly in the midst of a field, green wild grass up to her knees and swaying with the shifts of the wind. Feeling better after reminiscing over the whole event she couldn’t help but laugh, not only at the poor soul who had bothered her, but at herself. She wasn’t sexist mind you, and for the most part she had nothing against the male gender, but idiots were quite hard to ignore when they bothered every waking moment that passed. Smiling a secret smile Rat lowered her head to search the luscious grass, fed by spring showers of just the other day. She could still smell the rain that had fallen the night before, a pleasant and comforting scent. At least when her life wasn’t going as planned to her agenda she could still enjoy the life around her. For all her sarcasm and scorn she could still love the small joys simplicities could bring.
The dark bay mare, bordering on midnight black beneath the setting sun of the evening, clashed brilliantly with the emerald grass. In the distance more thunderheads gathered, rumbling there soon to be arrival, causing her to raise her head. Beneath the haphazardly falling forelock a pair of bright, honey brown eyes peered curiously out toward the setting sun and the looming storm, a red-gold light cast upon the prominent white star emblazoned on her brow. It was easy to see why Rat was bothered so much by her lovely men friends; she was beautiful to be sure, but in a different way. This beauty was enigmatic, dangerous, a different class all to itself. For her young age the mare carried an undeniable strength with her, a fire that could not be dampened or belittled into being put out. The worst thing about this strength was that she knew it, and she used it to her liking.
With a sigh more so to do with boredom then fatigue Rat moved off from her grazing, toward the woods where she would seek shelter for the night. For all their beauty and grace storms were hardly fun to be caught in, Rat would observe its beauty and power from afar, much like she wished some stallions would learn to do for the sake of her sanity and others. She picked up a graceful trot, moving quickly and decidedly through the tall grasses, a shadow in the fading light of day as night swiftly fell. The first flash of lightening struck, and thunder boomed. Just as she disappeared into the ancient depths of the trees a slight drizzle began, and then came the life giving torrent of rain.
Played by: Bluey
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