Post by Storeh on Jul 18, 2011 18:15:03 GMT -5
Our Lady of Sorrows
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Purebred Cavallo Dell'Isola
Mare
6 autumns
16.4 hh
Delicate head with long refined neck, wither set well back.
Deep chested with a longer back, well-proportioned hindquarters.
Tail set high, has long slender legs.
Dazzling Stawberry Roan
Mane True Chestnut of White w/ Sorrel Strands
Tail A Mix of Chestnut w/ Sorrel Variations
Eyes Tarnished Brown/Grey
Markings of Flecking w/ White blaze
Light Alliance
Belonging as Herd Member of Terra De Rocas
No Mate
No Offspring
Expecting foal from St. Jimmy
Born of nothing refined nor elegant, but of one of the herds who took to the unclaimed wilds, a smaller band filled with a mixing pot of different breeds. Mud-bloods and natives, as well as the once outlanders were rounded together though mostly it stayed pure. A product form one of these strands was the filly, brought up on different ideals as she was passed alongsider her mother, claimed from herd to herd. Finally, she grew tired of that life, though the perfect broodmare she would have been with her build as well as beauty. Instead, she took inland, wandering the passages through the lands of the elementals and the claimed, skirting the lands where she would become possessed by another. She has grown used to this life on the run, though she has been claimed more than once, but never for any extended period of time. She wanders because she refuses to be sold and used as though she is just another trinket for a growing collection. For close to four or five years she has in turn lived this life, an exotic specimen untouched by the trials of a herd life, she lives with the objective of passing. The world is hers alone.
Our Lady of Sorrows has always dwelled upon the riddle that is revenge, wrapped by those she meets whom is consumed by its path. She is a flame, liking to take to fighting when needed, though she never turns her back on another. She doesn't trust, for trusting is only to them be betrayed once more. She ponders over that which is immortality, wanting to know what it means to never die. More than anything, she seeks to understand what she does not know, feel what she does not wish to know. What is it that they seek from those who cannot speak?
Song || Our Lady of Sorrows :: My Chemical Romance
We could be perfect one last night
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight
And we can settle this affair
If you would shed your yellow take my hand
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put this at an end
and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes
I'll make you understand and you can trade me for an apparition
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never
Trust, you said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking...
Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat!
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